I was born into this world with a disadvantage
A weakness so catastrophic
That it can desecrate my entire well-being
Some call it a rare gift
But to those who share this curse
We are far from being lucky
For this void in my chest yearns to feel
The same sort of hope and encouragement
That I give willingly to the unappreciative mass
I am the white blood cell that fights your infection
The diary that hears your trials and tribulations
Yet you, so unworthy of this grace
Have no idea the pain that piles on me
For the more this compassionate heart helps
The deeper this hole is dug
And laying at the bottom of this hollowed out earth
Is a man who knows what he gives to others
Can never be given to himself
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 11:24 PM UTC
I was born into this world with a disadvantage
A weakness so catastrophic
That it can desecrate my entire well-being
Some call it a rare gift
But to those who share this curse
We are far from being lucky
For this void in my chest yearns to feel
The same sort of hope and encouragement
That I give willingly to the unappreciative mass
I am the white blood cell that fights your infection
The diary that hears your trials and tribulations
Yet you, so unworthy of this grace
Have no idea the pain that piles on me
For the more this compassionate heart helps
The deeper this hole is dug
And laying at the bottom of this hollowed out earth
Is a man who knows what he gives to others
Can never be given to himself
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