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