I, myself am a giver.
Not of objects or gifts.
Not of ideas or thoughts.
I am a giver of self.
A giver of soul.
I leave a little piece of myself everywhere I go.

I give my brain to my studies.
My hands to my job.
My strength to my parents.
And my ears to my friends.
I believe there is nothing left,
But somehow I still give my heart to a lover.

I, the giver, have nothing left.
My brain refuses to comprehend,
My hands have been worn raw.
Now, my weaknesses have come forward.
Those voices I heard have made me deaf,
And my beloved has run off with my heart.

I… have given everything up.
Nothing was left for myself.
Nothing was ever given back.
As I lay decayed in my life,
I do have one thing.
The realization that you can give too much.