What little I have

You said, I dont support you.

You said, I dont share my thoughts.

When I had spoken of my struggle, my pain

I was ignore. I was not supported.

You said, you dont want to be me.

Over time, I just learn to accept it. To keep quiet.

I have given you much. I ask so little of you. When you refuse to give, I let it go. I accept what little I have from you.

You said, even if you dig out your heart for me I’ll not be satisfied.

But you fail to see, I care enough to die for you. For any of you.

I feel so tired that I just stop asking. But I still care enough to stay.