For those of us,
Who lend a helping hand,
To those in pain,
'Cause we know what it's like.

To those of us,
Who sew our lips shut
Because we can't be heard
Through the wailing Dramas of those who we comfort

To those of us,
Who are the painkillers and tissues,
To problems much lighter than ours,
Yet still stay there for the lightly tainted,

To those of us,
Who compare the scars on our wrists with others,
And think,
She can get away with summer clothes,

To those of us,
Who cry at night wishing for a shoulder,
And emerge onto the day,
Becoming that shoulder,

To those of us
Who wither away day by day,
Without shoulder or crutch,
You, are the strongest of us

Inspiration: PandaPuffs28
Author: Graciey48

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