Piece by piece
Until there’s nothing left
Give and give
They still won’t know what they have
When you’re gone
The roses they’ll spread
The appreciation will occur
Only when you’re dead
It’s a shame
They still won’t understand
How to be self sufficient
Not leech off helping hands
Here I reflect
Because I know I’m the problem
I give out all my love
But for myself there’s none to pull from
What is wrong with me?
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