Make Me Dead

And I try really hard not to really on people too much
I try really hard to put everyone before myself.

Because that’s the way it should be,
self-less not selfish.

I hold it all inside,
paste on a smile over the threat of tears.

Pretend it’s all okay;
that’s the only way.

But sometimes,
sometimes,

I need someone
I need someone to put me first,
to care.

Just for once.

To hold me close;
to be there for me.

But when it comes to that;

it suddenly becomes that there is nobody around.
It suddenly becomes that I am all alone

Worthless and dying.

Tired of trying.