Everytime you would knock on my door in tears I would wipe my own and open the door. You were too wrapped up in making sure that I could make you feel better, that you didn't think about anything else. you would break open my mind and search for advice to soothe the pain, you couldn't wait to stitch yourself back together. Everyone I knew kept taking and taking bits and pieces of me to fix themselves. I didn't say anything because I was so happy to see the people I love happy. But then I felt the hallowness in my chest and began to worry. A couple years later, you knocked on my door. I couldn't get up to answer it, I felt so weak. You stormed in and were ready to take the advice you needed but stopped. My heart was empty and my brain numb. The people I loved, picked and pulled on everything I had to offer until I was nothing. They didn't mind hurting me if it meant helping themselves. All I ever wanted was for someone to come along and give me a piece of them and help me from breaking.