You then became a person who couldn't be depressed even though you were.
You didn't live off of the joy others gave you.
You thrived off of the joy you gave others.
You smiled anytime someone thanked you for your help.
When you felt down, you remembered seeing joy on the people's faces that you had helped before.
You would feel better after that.
But after a while, you became…. A shell of yourself.
No one was helping you.
You knew I was always there for you, but you hated to ask since I had always been there.
You felt like it was too much to ask.
You then started having nightmares about you not being able to save people when they needed it most.
I hate that you had nightmares.
I hate that you had nightmares about me.
It started with you waking up right as something bad was going to happen, you'd tell me the dream, then go get water.
It then transformed into those dreams you can't get out of.
Those sorts of horrible nightmares that make you feel trapped and you can't wake up from them.
Those nightmares are fed on guilt.
You can't wake up from them at the 'scary' part, because the scariest part is yourself.