The Tears I Repeat

​All I do is give, and give, and give.

But what happens,

When there’s nothing left to give.

No one sees the hurt I feel,

Only the smiles I wear.

And when they hurt,

They only want a piece of me, worn.

Giving nothing in return.

All of those

Who have a part of my heart

Are nowhere to be found

When I need a piece of them most

All people do is take, and take, and take.

Knowing that one day,

I’ll run dry.

They see pretty smiles,

And eyes that shine so bright.

They see forced laughter,

And a helpful hand.

Only taking what I don’t have.

If you were to really see,

I’m sure you’d see that,

I’m tearing at the seams.

And I might need you too.

All I feel is broken, broken, visibly broken.

And my mind is whispering,

Telling me things I don’t want to hear.

I hold it back,

Not allowed to show the tears.

So I lock myself away with a smile.

I wonder if I will fill the empty void,

I’ve so desperately been trying to fill in you.

You only want me when life is burning down.

So I give away pieces to heal you.

But what happens,

When I run out of heart for me too?

If only everyone around me,

Would just pay attention.

If only everyone around me,

Would just listen,

To the tears I repeat.