Broken.


Am I wrong to expect more,
From the people who say they care?
Can they not see me dying inside,
Are they really just unaware?
I live this life and breathe this air,
Just to see them smile.
When I think I've done just enough,
I'll go that extra mile.
What I'd give to feel the same,
To feel I'm number 1,
Tell me if it's something,
Something I've said or done?
I honestly just don't understand,
How you can see me breaking.
But instead of been kind and giving,
You just keep taking and taking.
Soon there will be nothing left,
Except an empty shell,
A photo on the wall,
A story to sit and tell.

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