Crushing

I never really wanted to be there for her, I just thought I had to.
She was my friend and I loved her, it was as simple as that, for the
time being anyway. Turning up at my door, 2 in the morning, face
stained with tears, I walked with her. I cried with her, I fought with
her, but slowly I found that her problems were no longer just her own,
they were mine aswel. I felt all the pain and hatrid for the world she
felt. I started to do the things she did to cope. I could feel my life
slipping away around me and the only thing I had to hang on to was her,
but she was holding on to me. She dragged me down, but I wouldn't let
go, I wouldn't let her drown and I thought I could do it on my own. My
soul is crushed, my mind is tired, my body exhausted, but I don't
regret helping her. She's happy now, her problems locked up behind
bars, forgotten. She smiles and laughs, while inside she's left me
empty.