
It’s always been there
the want to live for others more than i want to live for myself
if i lived for myself there would be no life
for there is no life inside when you love so hard that you breathe the breaths that they allow
you have sacrificed it all to make others happy
even if their happiness meant leaving you behind
you let it all be taken from you
and then you wonder why you wake up hating every inch of yourself
dying to get out of your skin because this just isn’t who you started with











