I do the best I can
to show others they’ll be fine.
I offer love and care
as if I have nothing but time.

They ask as
and I give.
Again and again.
I help them rise,
chase their dreams,
hold their hands through the end.

I bring joy to those who’ve lost it.
Forgiveness to those who can’t.
I steady the weight they carry
without ever breaking my stance.

But when I’m alone,
there’s nothing left.
Just the echo of my own breath,
and the silence
I pretend isn’t there.

No arms reach back for me.
Just memory.
Just ache.
Just sins I’ll never shake.

I’m a broken soul,
wandering through the dark,
trying to recall
but all I do is fall.

When I speak,
they smile
“You’re always so bright!”
But no one listens
to what I say at night.

So I stay quiet.
Suffer where no one can see.
And when the morning comes,
I’ll give what’s left of me.

Because someone will ask for more.
And I’ll give it
even if it leaves
nothing left for me.