What am I doing?
I don't know anymore
Maybe I just had it in me
How I think about others
More than I think about myself
People say it's a nice thing to do
Well, for them
Obviously
Breaking myself trying to keep others intact
Funny.
I don't wanna do this
But somehow I'm still doing it
why?
Guess I really just had it in me
Maybe being broken is my permanent state
Or maybe I believe I don't deserve more
Faking everything
Haha.
My everyday task
Smiling and being crazy because that's what people know
Hugging him because that what he wants
Keeping peace because that's what best for them
Loving him because that keeps others out of trouble
Escape?
Maybe not an option.
Forced?
Definitely
But complaining only annoy them
I should keep it to myself
But I rant anyway
Not to you
Not to him
Not to them
But to myself
Talking to myself in the middle of the night
As tears wet my pillows
Who were there?
Oh, you're right.
The demons under my bed.
They listened.
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