I'm use to disappointment,
I'm use to being last.
its nothing new to me,
all i do is give.
its how i am, its how i have always ever been.
but I'm afraid that soon, there will be nothing left of me to give, nothing left to share.
just the emptiness in my eyes and my broken heart,
even then i would be willing to give away my last breath for you to live.
I'm use to seeing people smile and be happy, when im in the corner hiding the tears.
Ive taught myself to be strong, to build this barrier, i need to be strong, i have so much to carry.
so many people to keep proud, i don't want to let anyone down.
it feels like too much, but i hate to complain.
im use to putting others first, seeing others not suffering is way better, then being around miserable people.
its just something I'm use to, there isn't anyway for it to change.
