I bent myself into a language
You could understand,
Until my own name sounded foreign.
I carried your storms in my chest
While you searched the sky
For somewhere else to belong.
Do you know,
I keep putting myself second
Just so you could breathe easier?
Do you know,
How much strength does it takes
To keep myself steady
While slowly disappearing?
I hold myself together alone,
Quietly breaking,
And what a fool
For still hoping by asking,
How about me?