Why I am the one that always need to think about others?

Did others thought about me a lot?

Did they notice that I am hurt with them?

I guess not.

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And once again, why me?

I maybe look though at the outside, but deep down?

No one knows.

Even myself.

I dont know how much I can pretend that I am strong

I dont know how much I need to act so that they can reach me when I need help

Help me.

Save me.

Ignore me.

Leave me.