1st Piece (Someone)

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I am currently sitting in my apartment floor,
crying over the pieces I've lost.

Of how I am like a candle burning
just to give light to someone else.
Of how I sacrificed my mental health
just to make someone proud.
Of how I smile to make someone's day brighter
but I can't even brighten my own.
Of how I fed someone
but I can't even eat two decent meals a day.
Of how I starve myself sometimes
just to be like someone.
Of how I give my everything to someone
not leaving a single speck of everything for myself.

Someone,
someone could be a parent,
a lover,
a friend.
Someone,
someone who thinks they care for you
but is it caring if you continue
dragging "I" down?
Someone,
someone who gradually sucks
the life out of me.
Someone,
someone who could never think that "I" have done enough.
Because "I" will never be enough.

But one thing's certain.
That someone is not me and never will be.

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