I am broken.
A bird with a song unspoken.
I reach out, happy to be owned.
The support I receive keeps my depression postponed.
But how long can I continue to lean on you?
Even though I try and appreciate all you do.
How can slave demand so much?
Requiring your time; using you as a crutch.
I wish I could see what you see in me.
So that I can be what you need me to be.
My mood keeps winning and brining me down.
An endless fight, with a constant frown.
I want to be stronger, a better reflection of you.
All I feel is weak, there is nothing I can do.
My bones feel soft and brittle, they break with every step.
You hold me together, even as I wept.
I hold onto my collar and muster a smile.
When inside I feel like a smoldering pile.
I have so much to offer, so much to give.
But there are not chances in every life we live.
Regardless, I need to be stronger and better for you.
But inside I am broken, hopeless, and lost too.