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...