You are the friend that listens, the one they all run to when their hearts have become a minefield. You know about their mothers and fathers and their bad habits and what time of the night they have difficulty falling asleep. They don’t even know your middle name, your favorite color. You don’t complain.
You are the one pulling splinters out of everyone else. You pick up all of the pieces when they fall at your feet, you sew them up and kiss their knees and become their backbone. You don’t share your sadness because you think they already have too much.
You don’t see. You are stitching up their faces and drying their tears and your skin is cracking right in front of them. You are carrying their bones and breaking as you do it.
Don’t be afraid to let people know you are also human. Your sadness is as real as theirs and you can still love everyone while being sad, you can. You should. But you need to love yourself, too. You are soft and sensitive to the needs of others, but please, please, please, show yourself the same gentleness that you give so selflessly away.