unfinished.

why do  walk this path?
why dont i just leave them laying on the ground?
i extend a hand and say "hey, it's ok im here"
why not just let them be, leave them to rot in there own hole they've dug them selfs
why not just give them what they ask for, hand them a gun- cock it and point to the side of their heads.
tell them to close their eyes and it'll all be over soon, it'll all be fine, and you'll never feel this way agian?
im torn between being the rock that never withers to being, another apathetic wall giving no way to espace
 and looking for another rout
i didnt ask for this, i never asked to be the helping hand.
i didnt want to be the good one, yet i alwaysfind myself with the short stick end of the stick.
i never asked for help, i never asked to lean on others but they see fit as to lean on me
to make me there angel of hope, sadlly i dont always want to be..i want to condem them all to there own fates.
i dont allow myself to weaken becuase i know they need me, i know they wont have someone else to hold on too
in their last stand to stay alive i become the one to force them away from the end.
i've seen the good and the bad, i known the goodness and the evil that lies in the back of peoples mind.