the exhaustion; it eats the soul each day. no changes. chances given; taken for granted. death; wishing you could approach me within this moment. stop it all; i could take it no more.
wounds have been held for years, never get better. just me; silences it all, holding up a bit more hoping it could heal, finding ways to fix; eventually give it up.
i did my best in every situation; to please my circle & give the best as they needed. help out in any way possible, available anytime. what do i get in return?
i know that nobody ever got interested in me nor my life, it's just me; i always find a way to impress others- honestly, it's totally mentally exhausting.
Why don't they have the same energy as me?