I’ve been there, being someone’s joy 

In fact not one but many people

Being their pillows while I got none

While I’ve been sorrow to my heart

And even now am like that!

“Talking about it helps kid” 

“No thanks I’ll pass”

I’ve been talking since I was born

So what changes will it make now?

All I said, this past time and now has its on dot to match with.

My life has been chapters with awakening emotional break down 

Opening each chapter of it feels like tales 

As each part of words tell different meanings

So confusing that even my mind, find it’s self lost

I’m stuck