than that one who listens.
Proof.
That they care.
Years upon years
Piled my listening ears
The tragedies of others
Who had no one
Who cares.
Slowly consumed
pouring out from
my empathy machine
It could soon be out.
With none to spare.
And what will I have to show for
myself then?
Less of a person
than I already am?!
Kills my machine
Just to even write of it.
That day may come
when I cant give cares
Listening is impossible
and black is what to come.
At this point
I fear it too soon.
For none care
was given to me.
None to hear my woes
None to feed my empathy machine.
What will I be than?
Is there someone who cares?
And I for them?
When...
Time is of the essence
and it wont wait for anyone:
Not even for a second chance.
....D:
ReplyDeleteI've felt this way severely sometimes
Similar to this, have you ever felt like you're watching a movie, repeatedly nodding and smiling at others while they spill to you their woes?
All empathy becomes a strange burden.
I don't know what keeps me listening anymore. I'm a teenager, and I want to imagine that when I walk through the gates of adulthood I enter a reality where less attention is given to the superficiality and dishonesty happiness of others. But I know i'm just kidding myself. ...or am I? My future is in no ones hands but my own! :D