I remember what you needed,

who needed it and when.

I carried all your problems

while mine kept piling up again.

You got used to me saying yes,

to me trying to understand.

But did any of you

ever try to understand me?

No.

And the worst part is

I don’t wanna turn into you.

I don’t wanna hurt you back.

I don’t wanna be that cruel.

But you kept pushing further,

seeing how much you could take.

And now there’s only one thing left

inside me that wants to break.