My role in life is not to be wanted or loved although that's what I yearn for it is such a misleading dream more of a fleeting idea and or thought... my role is to be the helper, not the helpedYou hear the cries for help yet yours go unnoticed Help the wounds of the broken yet your wounds bleed out They get infected with no one tending to them At some point, your role of helper becomes too real and you end up patching your wounds and on to the next patient you go
Art by: Henrik Aarrestad Uldalen
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Why my soul is tired
PoetryThe struggle of dealing with life as a whole leading up to the reason why your soul feels worn out. The poems are events, things, feelings that Need light showered upon them. A truth that is hard to face A transcript of everything left unsaid...
