She was always the one left behind,
The one who took it all, erased from their mind.
Always there to listen, to wipe someone’s tears,
While the world shone bright, she hid her fears. She never spoke, so they thought she was fine,
Smiling on the surface, but breaking inside.
Every word, every gesture, given to others,
And no one saw the emptiness she carried under covers. 
And the day she needed a hand,
All the ones she had held just let go.
Alone in the dark, she stood her ground,
No anger, just strength in the road she’s found. She wishes them no harm, she moves on,
Living her life, reclaiming her dawn.
But if one day they fall and seek her aid,
They’ll see the emptiness they themselves made. 
She learned to walk alone in the shadow,
To smile even when the world let her go.
Every day she builds her walls higher,
Every step she takes fuels her inner fire. She regrets nothing, she holds no hate,
Only the memory of every weight.
And if someday they need her hand, they’ll see,
The one they forgot is no longer free. 
And the day she needed a hand,
All the ones she had held just let go.
Alone in the dark, she stood her ground,
No anger, just strength in the road she’s found. She wishes them no harm, she moves on,
Living her life, reclaiming her dawn.
But if one day they fall and seek her aid,
They’ll see the emptiness they themselves made.