I’m not a son. I’m not a brother. I’m not a cousin. I’m not a nephew. I’m not a grandson. I’m not a relative. I’m not family. I’m just somebody.
I am just somebody they call/remember when they need something.
It hurts when I’ve tried giving all I could, without holding back. I tried to be all that they expect me to be. Reached for the stars, swam the deepest waters, climbed the highest mountains, and gave up my own aspirations to fill their hearts content. Only to find myself emptied, yet still I’m… not valued.
Not long now I guess, I can soon… rest.
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