The one who reached out.
That one who needed help.
Soon after, they take it, suck the wind out.
That help that they took.
Now standing on their own.
Doing the thing they were struggling about.
They soon forget, who they were with when they started out.
They were desperate, holding on, desperate for help.
Leaving the one lonely soul who was there to help out.
The helper who gets no recognition nor deep friendship
The connection is quickly lost.
The remnant of a soul, with her heart ripped out.