Happiness
Saturday, 9 January 2016
@January 09, 2016
The problem with people like me is that we care too much.
We break our hearts into pieces and give them away, until they're all gone. And we try to live with the broken hearts and broken souls we are left with. We sacrifice our own happiness to make others smile. But in the process we lose ourselves.
We extinguish the sparks in our eyes and the fire in our bellies in order to fuel the dreams of others.
We are the people who laugh at the end of every sentence and place a smile face at the end of every text to make sure our friends dont think we are mad when we say thoughts and quiet voices, refusing to speak our minds at the fear of hurting another's feelings. We are the people who would give our own life to save a stranger.
The words " I'm sorry " have a home on our lips. Always ready to apologize for something we never did. Because to us, an apology is better than losing the people we care all too much for.
The problem with people like me is that we care too much.
And the problem with people like me is hat, deep down, we really dont care at all.
We spend all our energy breaking our hearts into pieces and scrapping our knees and extinguishing the sparks in our eyes to make other people happy that there is nothing left for ourselves.
And when it comes down to it, we really dont care what happens to us. So long as everyone else is happy.
We care too much about others.
And we dont care 'bout ourselves at all.
