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You never know what true helplessness feels like until it's someone you love who needs help.

It's a horrific feeling that slithers through your guts and eventually squeezes your heart till it damn near bursts. All the while it lays eggs in your brain, giving birth to doubt.

He was scared, and rightfully so. The world had shown just how ugly it can really be, and it left him afraid to live life the way he wants.

He wanted to talk about anything to keep him awake, just so he wouldn't have the same nightmare.

And all I could do was sit there.

I couldn't do anything. 

After all of my words of always being there for him, supporting him, being his caretaker, his shield, and above all his friend...

...I couldn't find the words to help him when he needed me.

I wanted to help. More then anything.

I wanted to hold him close and help keep the bad dreams at bay.

But he is there, while I am here.

Is it too much to ask for a life less frightening?

A life with less fear and tragedy?