ace

It's crazy how I could be anyone but me.

I feel like a beggar, begging for someone to at least notice me. Giving everything but too little as if nothing. Carrying the world for them and crushing mine. Throw your leftovers at me and I'll come running. How desperate. 

The feeling of your heart being crushed by your very own hands, knowing that the position you just put yourself in is going to stab you over and over again. But you just keep quiet. You're a coward who does everything for nothing, digging your own grave. You don't deserve pity.

Keeping quiet.