It’s hard to be saved, because people have to fight with you, since we are all taught that saving is for the weak. And then, after they’re done with fighting you, people have to fight whatever demon lie next with you at night and they have to keep those demons away from you.
Saving is hard, because you end up used and broken, and it’s hard to rebuild on that frame something that sees life with bright eyes.
To be saved is the worst nightmare for people like me, who thrive in this puddle of sadness and pain. I will not receive your help, nor will I welcome it. Stay away from me with your saving hands and your warm blankets.
I’m not sure what I wanted, or what I needed… There was something about saving in my head, but my head is bad at remembering stuff and my heart is broken, so who cares?