I am a rung on your ladder of broken souls
There were other souls broken before mine, and while the better part of me hopes your pain inflicting days are over, there's the part who knows they're not, even hopes they're not. Because it's a pattern, and patterns are easier to deal with. If you have a pattern, it's easier to pretend that I was inconsequential.
There's this sense that people have. This feeling that, when they're in pain, they can rid themselves of it by passing it on, by giving it to someone else. Sadly, there are always people--and I've been one--who will take it in an effort to help, because we think it may be true, too.
But pain's not like that. Pain multiplies, it breeds with itself (maybe it's asexual reproduction). The only thing I know is that, when you try to pass your pain on, all you've done is add more to the world. You can break people with it.
Maybe, as you climb, you'll figure out how not to destroy the rungs as you go, and how not to blame them for their brittleness, and their failure to hold your weight.
There's this sense that people have. This feeling that, when they're in pain, they can rid themselves of it by passing it on, by giving it to someone else. Sadly, there are always people--and I've been one--who will take it in an effort to help, because we think it may be true, too.
But pain's not like that. Pain multiplies, it breeds with itself (maybe it's asexual reproduction). The only thing I know is that, when you try to pass your pain on, all you've done is add more to the world. You can break people with it.
Maybe, as you climb, you'll figure out how not to destroy the rungs as you go, and how not to blame them for their brittleness, and their failure to hold your weight.