No matter how damaged I feel
No matter how broken my spirit is
No matter how much pain I go through
I still lift my weary fingers and try to fix you
As much as I want to cry with you
Someone has to stay strong for the both of us
I even break pieces of myself off to add them to you
Because you need them
I let myself fall apart when I know I could fix myself
Because I’m too busy fixing you
My heart is torn, battered, bruised, broken
Yet it is still warm
Sometimes I feel I care too much for you
And not enough about myself
But I can’t help it
I care so much about others
Friends, family, strangers
But its killing me slowly
Helping them carry their weight on my shoulders
I smile at them as we walk together but under my clothes
The weight of my own problems still pull me down
I am emotionally drained
But I don’t show them that
Why show them my sorrow?
I already worked so hard to get them to smile
Why drag them into my problems when I know they already have more than they could handle
So I walk alone
Forever shackled down with my problems and the problems of anyone else who seeks my help
It’s so ironic how the only thing that keeps my heart warm and going
Is the same thing that is slowly killing it