I dream about taking care of ppl,

I dream about being taken care of,

Most days I find encouragement is the only way I’ve managed to maintain,

taking care of everybody

It’s what I’ve got all the time

My words

My knowledge

My mind

So I spread, I spread soooo thin sometimes I feel like I’m fraying and slowly decaying,

if I don’t who will?

Somebody has to do something.

I spread,

Do they know I think about them everyday?

Do they know I am writing them in to my plans everyday!

I Scream,

Am I making my way?

Am I just crazy?

CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME!??

I rage,

……..does anybody feel the same?

How do I find them?

How do I connect?

Where are they hiding?

I tear,

I spread myself thin, thinking, and believing planning to take care of everything and everybody, while my body screams

WE CANNOT HELP ANYBODY THIS WAY!

Why can’t u just focus on yourself?

You’re the one who needs help.

It tries not to despair…..

but rest is for those who are living, and I am just beginning I reply to questions the in my mind

then,

I begin again.

- A poem by Hazin