What?

What do I say?

I try to keep everyone happy

But what happens when my happiness is gone?

Do I sacrifice my happiness for yours?

My brain says yes

The cuts on my wrist say yes

Society says help someone when you get the chance

The tears on my pillow say otherwise.

If I do help you, who helps me?

My parents call that selfish

Newsflash

Some people call that self-help

I cant let you see me like this

Otherwise it might reset your progress

And that is what I have to make sure is okay right?

Keep you happy no matter my mental state?

So I put on long sleeves

Wipe away the tears

Put on a smile

And listen

I listen to your problems

Give my input

Hope I helped

Then I crawl back into the dark corners of my mind

Familiar

That's how these thoughts feel

The only thing stable in life

The anxiety of not being able to tell anyone of the familiarity

When they get too strong and become too much

And I take the leap into darkness

Don't cry

Just make sure everyone is heard.

Reviews

[Matthew Kult]

Disastrously selfless.

Everyone needs a friend till the price is blood. Then one must consider one's own self iinterest and survival.

Great read

Matthew