Every day I wake up,
I wonder when I will break.
One day, it will all be too much:
all the effort, all the time.
I'll just run out.

It's what they call burning
out. The losers , fakes and
wannabes. Those who've
failed themselves and the
ones they love.

Is that who you wanna be?
It scares the **** out of me.
I want to conserve, hold in,
but never give someone who
needs less. So I decide to give.

I will keep passing on pieces
of me to whomever needs love.
I will burn out brightly and hope
for the very best that will come
on the days that are to follow.