I break my back for you.
I hold you when you sob and ask why.
I hold your hair away from your face when you feel sick, as you lean over the edge, waiting.
I support your every want and need.
Every dream. I've always been ready to help you achieve it.
I hug you when you're having a bad day.
I've taken your blame.
I break. My back. For you.
But the moment the situation turns
And I need something
You are no where to be found.
You are not there to hold me when I sob.
You are not there to listen to my struggles.
You are not there to hold my hair back when I feel sick.
How come you are there when you need something?
How come you are there when you need someone to vent to?
How come you are there when you need to tell me about your latest achievements?
How come you are not there when the roles are reversed?
But it's okay, I break my back for you. That's enough, right?
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•Mind on Paper•
ПоэзияThis is going to be a collection of late night thoughts and spurs of inspiration for your viewing pleasure. Some of these could be happy, sad, melancholic, and much more. My brain is the brush, the paper, or in this case the screen is my canvas. I...
