#tiredbuttrying
You can’t be everything to everyone —
You’ll _run out of breath_ just trying to be heard.
Water dead plants with your _last drop of clean water_,
And still be called selfish for not flooding the room.
You’ll give so much; your name starts sounding
Like “_help me_.” You’ll leave the party empty,
Because you fed _Everyone but Yourself_.
And somehow, the silence you sit in is still too loud.
Even your _worth_ will start asking for validation
You yourself don’t have the strength left to give.
Be _everything to you_, before you become —
_Nothing to anyone._ Not even you.
Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 6:01 AM UTC
__The greatest betrayal?__
When the positivity-giver isn’t so
positive themselves. When the light
they hand out doesn’t reach their
own shadow.
Belief in self-worth— they say it’s
your shell. But I haven’t found the
pearl that fits my shape.
Still liquid—I form myself to every
room, shape my smile to fit their
forecast. _These tears?_ Not weakness.
Just soil erosion.
Washing away what held me—
leaving me bare, unready for tomorrow’s
weight. Like the trampled flower—
I’m not phased. I remember the feet
that pressed me into the same ground
I bloomed from.
I haven’t forgotten all those soles
that stepped on my feat.
Jun 24, 2025
Jun 24, 2025 at 5:12 AM UTC