Funny how there’s a certain degree of comfort in sadness and undying fear in happiness

The certain helplessness when all you could do was to gaze at someone you know turn into someone they never wna be. How could you blame them because if you were them walking just two flights in their shoes you would have lost your sane. You fumbled for words of comfort. You encourage. Try to be there. This and that as you watch emptiness roll outta your tongue. How these words don’t work because you have been there. Too much a time. And each time you took a walk in there a little piece of you died inside while trying to stay strong. Watching someone going through all the same shit. Reaching out but not quite. I understand perfectly the void. But emptiness doesn’t compensate emptiness. And what you have in your head has been on mine way too long. What is left of us?