“Pieces I Gave Away”

I learned the language of a broken heart,

Before I ever learned my own.

I heard the cries behind the silence,

Felt the pain that people hide alone.

So I carried their storms on my shoulders,

Held their worlds when they collapsed.

Gave them pieces of my spirit,

Never asking for them back.

They came with empty hands reaching,

With wounds they wouldn’t face.

I poured out every drop of mercy,

Just to keep them from their darkest place.

But every time I lit their way,

A little more of me would fade.

Still I stood there in the ashes,

Still I gave.

I gave my heart to the ones who only took,

Gave my soul to the ones who never looked.

I gave my light when I was drowning in the dark,

Gave my fire when they were tearing out the spark.

Maybe I was born to carry what they hide,

Maybe this is the reason I survived.

Even when the world forgot my name,

I kept the flame.

Because someone had to prove

That kindness still remains.

I know what it’s like to have nothing,

To reach out and find no hand.

To be surrounded by a million faces,

And still feel like you don’t exist.

So I promised myself I’d never become

The coldness that hurt me before.

I’d be the voice in someone’s darkness,

The open door.

But some people mistake compassion

For a weakness they can use.

They take until there’s nothing left,

Then wonder why you bruise.

They never saw the battles raging,

They never saw the price I paid.

They only saw the kindness given,

Never the pieces that it made.

I gave my heart to the ones who only took,

Gave my soul to the ones who never looked.

I gave my light when I was drowning in the dark,

Gave my fire when they were tearing out the spark.

Maybe I was born to carry what they hide,

Maybe this is the reason I survived.

Even when the world forgot my name,

I kept the flame.

Because someone had to prove

That kindness still remains.

So if I’m broken, let the pieces tell the story.

If I’m bleeding, let the scars reveal the truth.

I was never made to live for my own glory—

I was made to help someone make it through.

And if my hands are empty,

If my heart has lost its weight,

I’ll still reach into the darkness

And pull somebody away.

I gave my heart, even when it hurt to give,

Gave my love, because it taught me how to live.

Every piece they stole, every tear they made me cry,

Became a reason someone else survived.

Maybe I was born to be a light against the night,

A reminder there is still a reason to fight.

And even if I’m fading away,

I’ll keep giving what I can’t replace.

Because the world may forget the kindness we create…

But kindness was never meant to be saved.

It was meant to be given away.

So take this piece of me,

If it helps you find your way.

I’ll keep my promise to humanity…

Until my final day.