i was made for others.
i was made to give my everything and get nothing back,
to let myself suffer so they could relax.
i never get a break from the ache,
i wish i could erase myself when i break.
but it’s too late.
i failed.
i can’t smile anymore when they want me to,
raised under a perfect family who never cried, or at least i never realized.
everyone told me to man up, but i just wanted to die,
i don’t want to be an object but don’t wanna be useless.
i wish i could fulfill every wish they grant,
but i have my limits and i’m sorry for that.
one day i didn’t smile and the world fell apart,
they blamed it on my cause i was selfish and put everyone in the dark.
what do people think when i disappear? when i don’t show up.
when i lay in bed al day cause the worlds to much.

© andrewmeyer