• I feel stretched,
    always lending my attention,
    to my friends,
    I try to listen,
    I try to help,
    but the weights become too much to bear,
    too much for me to handle,
    I can feel my being,
    beggining to crumble,
    to collapse,
    I'm so close to snapping,
    so close to the breaking point,
    loaded down with my troubles,
    and burdened by my friends,
    by helping one I make another un-happy,
    just another unwelcome straw,
    upon my back,
    adding to my strain,
    everyone lets me listen,
    but no one wants to let me talk,
    sometimes I think they forget,
    I have my problems too,
    I wish I could help them all,
    take away their burdens,
    but my backs already broken,
    I'm only human after all.