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Self Worth and Salvation: The Dark Side of Service
Loneliness is permeating my skeleton
Closer to my loved ones than I've ever been
So why do I perceive a disconnect?
The weight of the collective
Is packed in between my ribs
I feel as if
I could burst at any second
Their anxieties
like a thousand cuts
but no one is here
To refill my cup
My giving
Falls on deaf ears
I ask "how can I help"
but it's like no one hears
I'm so selfish
Begging for validation
I want to be your salvation
It justifies my amalgamation
I wish you would notice me
So I could stop feeling that I am existing worthlessly
Closer to my loved ones than I've ever been
So why do I perceive a disconnect?
The weight of the collective
Is packed in between my ribs
I feel as if
I could burst at any second
Their anxieties
like a thousand cuts
but no one is here
To refill my cup
My giving
Falls on deaf ears
I ask "how can I help"
but it's like no one hears
I'm so selfish
Begging for validation
I want to be your salvation
It justifies my amalgamation
I wish you would notice me
So I could stop feeling that I am existing worthlessly
Published 23rd Mar 2020
Author's Note
I help others to have a sense of self Worth. When no one needs me I don't know who I am.
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23rd Mar 2020 2:57am
Maybe because a lot of people are not leaving their houses because it puts elderly family members at risk by being around in public
