Empathy is amazing
but hurts because I’m stuck saving
saving the ones who follow the demons
talking in their head
they think they need meds
when they really just need to look up
I’m not the one to pucker up
but I love humanity
sometimes drains my humanity
my sanity
I get so soft
for the sob stories
for the ones “lost”
when some really just need blood
drain my energy
I fill with vanity
the lies are feeding me
but also feeding on me
I become blood thirsty
and nothing is ever golden
everything black
colors become words
words copied on paper
copied on trees
blank fluorescence
that once used to fill me with curiosity
I see it
through the leaves
the beauty
the light
I see my humanity
I see me
The girl I was proud of
She guides me
Through my home
Tennessee breezes
And the smell of pine trees.
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Author:
Aals (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Hope you enjoy :)))
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
I can relate to this. I'm always drawn to people who need help and I know people who do the same thing. Rarely does it drain me, but the people I know that do it are so obviously drained by it and I feel really bad for them sometimes
yeah, i get too attached to the people that are bad for me. Sometimes i get hurt because they use my sympathy for other reasons. i do too man
thankyou for reading btw :))
I haven't encountered them using me or at least not that I've noticed. Thank you for writing this. I loved reading it.
Its no problemo, i love writing
I can completely relate as well, great poem!
Why thankyou darling :))
Doing for others gives joy. Well done.
Thankyou, i enjoyed writing this one
you should be alright his has a good lost and found department> WW
haha you right.
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