If only it was that easy. If only there was a set-in-stone formula for how to do it. That song still makes me cry and I haven't heard it in over a year. Always with saving someone. What happens if you can't? What happens if you don't know how? Nobody ever talks about that.
I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life.
What does it even mean to save a life? No matter how many times you try to make a difference, sometimes you just can't. And then what? It's one thing to keep a body intact and functioning, completely another to maintain a life.
How do you do it then? How do you save someone? How do you make it mean enough that it's worth it? Sometimes it just isn't. Sometimes you stand in that shower with the water scalding your skin and you just want to disappear in the most permanent sense of the word. It's one of those things that people have to work through and maybe there's no helping them. Maybe there's no way to make it better.
Is it selfish to want to save a life? Is it impolite to take away a person's choice? The only way to do it fairly is to make them want it. And sometimes they don't. Sometimes there's no reason to be given and no promises or assurances to be made that would convince them. That's when acceptance comes in. The long and bitter route of acceptance and letting people have their own lives.
I would sit up an eternity if it would make a difference. I'm afraid that most of the time it can't. Which is unfortunate, to say the least.
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