"You want to protect the people you love, but they don't want to listen. It can become the loneliest form of existence there is, to be speaking to others but never heard."

This by far, the heaviest burden to bear. I find compatibilities on the levels of physicalities, personalities, moralities, intellectualities and spiritualities, appreciating value wherever it may be found, as such, I've grown to love many on a multitude of different levels.

It's a depressing dance of devastating disappointment, to try to save those who refuse to hear, while respecting the boundaries of autonomy.

It's a paralysis of duty to defend a extension of your own humanity. It feels like suicide of your very soul, emotional murder of compassion, not to protect those that you love.

And to add insult to injury, the remedy, on the tip of your tongue.

I wonder if some strange and bazar form of emotional and or spiritual ptsd is not developing as a result, can't run, can't hide, can't fight, nothing left but to endure.

This world may very well become the realm of socio-psychopaths devoid any remnants of human conscience.

"You want to protect the people you love, but they don't want to listen. It can become the loneliest form of existence there is, to be speaking to others but never heard."

This by far, the heaviest burden to bear. I find compatibilities on the levels of physicalities, personalities, moralities, intellectualities and spiritualities, appreciating value wherever it may be found, as such, I've grown to love many on a multitude of different levels.

It's a depressing dance of devastating disappointment, to try to save those who refuse to hear, while respecting the boundaries of autonomy.

It's a paralysis of duty to protect a extension of your own humanity. It feels like suicide of your very soul, emotional murder of compassion, not to defend that which you love.

And to add insult to injury, the remedy, on the tip of your tongue.

I wonder if some strange and bazar form of emotional and or spiritual ptsd is not developing as a result, can't run, can't hide, can't fight, nothing left but to endure.

This world may very well become the realm of socio-psychopaths devoid any remnants of human conscience.

"You want to protect the people you love, but they don't want to listen. It can become the loneliest form of existence there is, to be speaking to others but never heard."

This by far, the heaviest burden to bear. I find compatibilities on the levels of physicalities, moralities, intellectualities and spiritualities, appreciating value wherever it may be found, as such, I've grown to love many on a multitude of different levels.

It's a depressing dance of devastating disappointment, to try to save those who refuse to hear, while respecting the boundaries of autonomy.

It's a paralysis of duty to protect a extension of your own humanity. It feels like suicide of your very soul, emotional murder of compassion, not to defend that which you love.

And to add insult to injury, the remedy, on the tip of your tongue.

I wonder if some strange and bazar form of emotional and or spiritual ptsd is not developing as a result, can't run, can't hide, can't fight, nothing left but to endure.

This world may very well become the realm of socio-psychopaths devoid any remnants of human conscience.