I am for everyone,
But no one is for me

I am a punching bag.
I am an adviser, a helper, a listener.

The people I call friends are everything to me,
Yet I am nothing to the people I call friends.

When help is given, it is “A friend in need is a friend indeed.”
When help is needed, it is “Every man for himself.”

I am a sponge who absorbs rants after rants after rants after rants.
But where is my bucket when I need to get dry?

Why is my bucket so hard to reach?
Why is it so far away?

I’m too heavy to move.
Can’t even drag myself.

But because I am a sponge,
people look for me.

There’s just so much to absorb,
I can’t help it.

No matter how hard I try to ignore,
I can’t stop.

I just have to absorb.

– blue.




Photo by Daria Nepriakhina on Unsplash

show me
you had said
and so I bared myself
from the bottom of my heart to
the top of my mind
I exposed
my thoughts
the love I had and
the pain I’ve had
but just like everyone else,
all you seem to want was what’s
on the outside
not giving the least care to
the mess I was on the inside.

-black xo