The poem
I’m tired of being everything everyone needs,
while nobody notices the part of me that fucking bleeds.
Tired of fixing the chaos, the drama, the mess,
then being expected to smile while I’m running on less.
I’m tired of the messages, favours, and calls,
of being the strong one who catches it all.
Everybody wants comfort, support, and advice,
but apparently giving some back is too fucking nice.
I don’t need another problem dumped into my day,
or somebody else’s bullshit I’m expected to save.
Give me my coffee, some silence, and somewhere to be-
because right now, fucking peace is enough for me.
The design
Comfort Colors® 1717, with the Editorial design printed on the front.