I feel too deeply,
I feel too much.
Empathy, Sympathy, Affinity...
Whatever this curse is called.
I put forth so much effort into loving you,
Into loving every form of precious life that surrounds me,
That I have no time to love myself.
Envious of everyone.
Self esteem at an all time low.
Agony is brought upon by those I love the most.
Not a soul on this earth has ever been content with me.
Every time someone turns away from me, chooses someone else,
Every time I catch your gaze upon others,
With that loving gaze I so desperately crave to receive for myself,
The void in my heart expands...
Until I realized
Happiness is a decision.
A decision I became strong enough to make.
Why should I suffer when I can
I want to die,
Because I lived.