What is it about me?
What makes you want to stay?
Is it that you want to make sure you're never alone?
That's understandable.
I know I cause my own problems,
It's all my fault.
"So why do you do this to yourself?"
Maybe it's that I've reached my breaking point.
I'm done with trying to become something.
I've given up on trying to be happy.
So why am I writing this?
Maybe it's because I have been told I have a way with words.
This may not seem like much,
But watching someone else recover is the best things my eyes have witnessed.
Knowing that I helped someone,
Truly impacted my life in ways no one could imagine.
In a way, I see myself in other people.
I feel pain for others.
This isn't a good thing if I'm alone,
And that is why I try to never be alone.
I'm never in silence.
I can't stop thinking if I'm in silence.
The only thing I want with life is to be something.
I need to prove my worth,
So that I can't convince myself otherwise.
I need this compassion towards others,
To fill this void inside myself.
I'm so hypocritical.
I tell other they can be fixed,
When I know I can't.
I tell them this life is worth something,
When I give up on my own.
But that's why I need to never be alone.
So that I can't think of myself.
Nothing good ever comes good out of me thinking about myself.
I don't want to be known for helping people.
I want to be anonymous.
I don't want to have them thank me.
I simply want them to know that they are worth something.
Because when I help them,
They're happy,
Which means I'm happy.
I don't know what the future holds,
But I will be prepared for the worst.
And hope for the best.
Love is all you can truly give someone,
To make a real difference.
I want to make someone's hour,
Someone's day,
Someone's year,
Someone's life.
