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Seems that I always came last Didn't know how to put myself first Took care of others to fill a void That I couldn't place Tried to be there Tried to give What I didn't really have So I gave up myself All of me Everything To others Gave it all away Gave everything I cherished To those I cherished Because happiness matters, right? But my own happiness I could never find I don't think I ever had that in mind Because I gave it to others So they wouldn't have the void That ate away at me Couldn't find myself But I never had an idea of who I was anyway Serving the needs of others So I didn't have to face The lack of self That I never gained So I put myself on a shelf Saved for later And collected dust Forgotten and left alone For all the years that came A love that was boundless Never shined bright enough So I left myself on the shelf Hoping someone would Return the favor And here I am collecting dust Left to myself once again Lost to the world and Lost to myself Forgotten Always forgotten Always picked last By those you picked first A shine that was just never enough
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Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 2:41 AM UTC
Left On the Shelf
Seems that I always came last Didn't know how to put myself first Took care of others to fill a void That I couldn't place Tried to be there Tried to give What I didn't really have So I gave up myself All of me Everything To others Gave it all away Gave everything I cherished To those I cherished Because happiness matters, right? But my own happiness I could never find I don't think I ever had that in mind Because I gave it to others So they wouldn't have the void That ate away at me Couldn't find myself But I never had an idea of who I was anyway Serving the needs of others So I didn't have to face The lack of self That I never gained So I put myself on a shelf Saved for later And collected dust Forgotten and left alone For all the years that came A love that was boundless Never shined bright enough So I left myself on the shelf Hoping someone would Return the favor And here I am collecting dust Left to myself once again Lost to the world and Lost to myself Forgotten Always forgotten Always picked last By those you picked first A shine that was just never enough
#love#self#pain#loss#hurt#forgotten#shelf
Thedeerwitch
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Thedeerwitch
F/American
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 2:41 AM UTC
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