the problem with people like me is that we care too much.
we break our hearts into pieces and give them away, until they are
all gone. and we try to live with the broken hearts and broken
souls we are left with.
we sacrifice our own happiness to make
others smile. but in the process we lose ourselves. we extinguish
the sparks in our eyes and the fire in our bellies in order to fuel
the dreams of others. we are the people who laugh at the end of
every sentence and place a smiley face at the end of every text, to
make sure our friends don’t think we are mad when we say “I
need to go.” we are the people with loud thoughts and quiet
voices, refusing to speak our minds at the fear of hurting
we are the people who would give our own
life to save a stranger.