it gets exhausting
being the one who
is always there for others
when their world is dark;
but finding absolutely no one
when you’re in need of
a comforting essence
in your dark world.
you can spend your days
healing the ones around you
but who takes part in your healing?
you can spend your days
holding the hands of others
through the difficult moments of their live;
but where is a hand to hold
when you’re in need of one?
it gets exhausting
being the one
taking part in the pain of others
but finding no one
to take part in your pain.
but then you think to yourself,
who would want
to take part in your pain anyway?
who would even want
to hear about your extenuating wounds
with care
and absolutely
no judgement?
you look around
to find nobody
and that’s when you realize
that sometimes there exists people
who do the saving
but no one comes to save them;
and i guess
i just happen to be one of them.
