When it comes to helping others,
My voice that echoes for them is so loud
My eyes filled with compassion.
When it comes to helping myself,
Nothing would come out as if help isn’t allowed
My senses growing numb, like it never knew interaction.
I see myself drown,
With no desire to be found
I let my heart sink,
With nothing else I have to think.
Lonelier than I’ve ever been,
But it’s ok because being loved feels like a sin.
-𝕧𝕚𝕒 𝕙𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕜𝕒-𝕞 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕣//










