I don’t know how to help people
without inviting them
inside of me.
I’ve always hollowed myself out for others.
Allowed people to hide in my veins,
or make a home out of my rib cage.
I don’t know how to save you without giving up
everything about myself.
I starve myself of love
To give it to others
But it’s never enough,
Sometimes I wonder why I bother
Yet I can’t stop emptying myself
To keep people full.
Sometimes I wonder if I give enough,
Like maybe if I were to scrape the inside of my bones
I’d find the love to give you
That would make you love me back.
Most days days i’m reminded
that my body is an ATM machine.
You see me as something that gives
I don’t have the option to take
And maybe that’s how it will always be.
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 11:13 PM UTC
I don’t know how to help people
without inviting them
inside of me.
I’ve always hollowed myself out for others.
Allowed people to hide in my veins,
or make a home out of my rib cage.
I don’t know how to save you without giving up
everything about myself.
I starve myself of love
To give it to others
But it’s never enough,
Sometimes I wonder why I bother
Yet I can’t stop emptying myself
To keep people full.
Sometimes I wonder if I give enough,
Like maybe if I were to scrape the inside of my bones
I’d find the love to give you
That would make you love me back.
Most days days i’m reminded
that my body is an ATM machine.
You see me as something that gives
I don’t have the option to take
And maybe that’s how it will always be.
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