I am the broken one,
I know I´m the one who gives advice,
The one who makes you believe in another chance,
The one who listens to your problems patiently,
But what about me?
You think I´m fine?
Well I´m not,
I´m broken.
Even more than you are,
But I like helping other people,
because I don´t want them to end like me.
But deep down I can´t handle this anymore,
My life has turned into chaos.
I listen to everybody´s problems.
Nobody listens when I speak,
It´s like I become invisible the minute I start talking about me.
Nobody realizes how sad I am,
Not even my mom,
Not even my dad.
Not even when I cry every night.
Will this ever end?
Or will I have to end it myself...