A body made of clay
Dry and cracking
That is the state of being
That I'm currently in.
I've stretched myself
Again to my limit
Giving and giving
Till I have nothing left to give.
Yet I selfishly keep going
Because heaven forbid
I help myself
Before I help my friends.
They are the people I love
And they need me
So I keep stretching and pulling
Making myself empty again.
But now my body is sore
I can feel it breaking
From the pressure
I've placed on myself.
Please give me a little time
To fix my body of clay
So I don't fall apart
And become the one who needs help.
Jun 17, 2021
Jun 17, 2021 at 5:56 PM UTC
A body made of clay
Dry and cracking
That is the state of being
That I'm currently in.
I've stretched myself
Again to my limit
Giving and giving
Till I have nothing left to give.
Yet I selfishly keep going
Because heaven forbid
I help myself
Before I help my friends.
They are the people I love
And they need me
So I keep stretching and pulling
Making myself empty again.
But now my body is sore
I can feel it breaking
From the pressure
I've placed on myself.
Please give me a little time
To fix my body of clay
So I don't fall apart
And become the one who needs help.
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