Life of an Empath

Welcome to my...own personal...hell.

A quiet storm I was cast under,

Carrying burdens that no words can tell.

I absorb unto myself all your negative energies……

I wear your sadness like a second skin,

Absorbing pain, where do I begin?

Hidden scars beneath a shining mask,

Every yearning, every task.

I don’t know how—to let it all go—

Broken parts……never healing…

They never see the parts I hide,

Lost in shadows deep inside.

I give my all but never enough,

Drowning in this endless bluff.

I'm an empath, a silent thief,

Stealing sorrow, bearing grief.

All their darkness, I consume,

No respite, no safe room.

Pieces of me that rarely show,

Broken bits they’ll never know.

Healing never, just more scars,

Rebuilding 'neath the fading stars.

They never see the truth I hide,

Battles raging deep inside.

I stand strong, I push away,

Burnout’s kiss, every day.

Absorbing the world’s weight in pain.

Never healing—-never fleeing.

Longing for a quiet space,

In silent moments I find a brief escape…

I'm an empath, a silent thief,

Stealing sorrow, bearing grief.

All their darkness, I consume,

No respite, no safe room.

How to turn the tide, how to unplug,

From this endless consuming drug.

Searching for knowledge, unknown to me.

A silent simple plea, unto the universe.

Please I pray-just—let—…me-…—Be.

Welcome to my...own personal...hell,

A silent cry, a desperate call.

But maybe someday I’ll find the light,

Break these chains and take flight.