I am trying to fit into this mold that creates everything and nothing
I'm so concerned about others I don't even check in with myself

Have I eaten? no.
Have I slept? no.
Am I happy? no.

My facade.
Oh, how we love her.
No, we love what lies deeper than her

Her soul is beauty
Her strength soothing
I don't think I'm better than anyone else
I am worthless
The emptiness I feel inside is counteracted by the love I pour into others.

I give
I give
I giv
I gi
I g
I

until there is nothing left

There is nothing left of me
What am I doing
Why am I so concerned about others when they don't give a **** about me.
No one appreciates my love
They don't feel it the way I feel it
Why do I give myself away so freely?
Why am I so ******* damaged
Why does he still love me?

I conjure this false sense of being there for everyone
But who is there for me when I'm broken?
Shattered
Beat down




Empty.