"Isn't it tiring?"
"What is?" I asked with confusion.
"This. Everything that you do. Is it tiring?" I gave him a confused look.
"You constantly absorb everyone's problems, their sufferings, their hate, and whatever they tell you. Aren't you tired?" He said in a more higher tone.
I gave him a sad smile.
"Sometimes I feel like I'm a sponge you know. I absorb everything they say like what you said. But I'm fighting it. I don't want them to feel alone like I do. I don't want people to hide their pain like I do. I want them to feel that there is someone who is willing to listen to their rants in life. I do this because I know how it feels to deal with it alone. I don't want them to be like me. If I can pull them away from their sadness by listening and absorbing their suffering, I'll do it wholeheartedly."
He scoffed and gave me a sarcastic smile.
"You save everyone but who saves you?"
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Things I Wanted To Tell You
PoetryHere is a compilation of all the things I wrote for you. All the things I can't tell you and all the things you made me feel. These are words better left unsaid and unread but I wanted to compile it to remind myself that there was a you in my life t...
