Mercy

You live your life trying to comprehend what someone is going through. What it is they feel, and how they feel. You try to excuse it, excuse them for having an off day. Because, let’s face it, we all have our off days. But then, they become more frequent. And it gets hard. I would know. You would do anything for them, no matter how many times it wasn’t enough. You would do it with hope. Someday. Now I am able to comprehend. But, there’s no one there.