Why do I choose people who never choose me?
Do I seem so easy that they turn around and use me?
Why do they walk straight through me
like I’m barely even there?
Do I give myself away too soon?
Please—don’t use me anymore.
I’m tired of being needed
but never wanted.
I only belong when someone needs something.
I’m a shoulder to cry on,
but I never have
a shoulder of my own.
I give people a place to go,
While I hold out for it back.
Feel like i give everyone a home,
But I never have one for myself.