When is someone worth saving?

After being swallowed by my bed for five days, it finally had the distaste to spit me out and let me mingle with the air.

But before I even got sick, I tried to save him. That was what took me outside. But he kept running away.

I'm losing him because all the same mistakes have been repeated over and over. I'm sorry.

I'm done here now.

But I will still save him anyhow. No matter what.