She told me she was tired
About,
How her mom compared
Her to every other
Kid out there
Doing more
Doing better
About,
How sports five days a week
School
And clubs to boot
Was a bit much
Personally, I somewhat know what she means
But,
Being somewhat past
That stage myself
I don’t know what to say

She tells me
About her sleep deprivation
Iron deficiency
Sleepwalking
Lack of hunger
Problems
Problems
Problems
With which I could relate
Not one single bit
I listened
But I didn’t say much
Soon enough though
I
Just
Stopped

She told me about
Her latest crush
In her constant
Stream
Since seventh grade
Voice
Partially whiny
Partially one the verge
Of tears
I really couldn’t relate
Much
But,
It was kinda interesting
Plus I valued her
Friendship
A certain degree
So I listened
And gave comfort
Until in came someone
Who could do it better

We’re all self obsessed
To a certain degree

It really depends
How interested we are
How much we care about the person
How caring we are
In general
Many factors
...
But sometimes,
Especially with a problem
That we can’t fix
For them
Or even help
...
It can be really hard
To have empathy

I was born a warrior, even if I always faced defeat, I've never stopped to breathe. I've been trying hard and even if I failed, I've still been standing at last.

Over twenty years of sorrow and it seemed like nobody had some time to borrow. I had no goal in my life, but I've always been aiming to thrive. Many months, actually years, I've been wasting with wiping away my tears.

But every tear that I have dropped, was just another knowledge unlocked. A new chapter of my story, but all of them never ended with a sorry. My feelings were turned into stones and I could feel the pain passing through my bones.

Pain, tears and me, nobody will ever take us apart, because that's how it shall be. I've told myself that everything might change some day, and as long as my heart is beating I will stay.

What are you running away from?
Some secret buried deep?
You doubt your talent and abilities,
Dreams you don't bother to keep.

Can't face answers to questions,
You resort to the place in your mind,
Where life is always happy and good,
A fantasy you repeat and rewind.

You were not born a deceiver,
Tragedy has made you that way,
After years suffering alone,
Learned to hide demons away.

Now they follow everywhere,
Eyes dizzy from keeping track,
Bullet holes in your beauty,
In your heart, on your back.

Waking up though we don't want to,
Walls mock what you have become,
Inside prison you chose to inhabit,
What are you running away from?