"Soul"
Crumbling to the floor
Sobbing uncontrollably
Nothing will be okay anymore.
He has given everyone a piece of him
He made way for them, gave his own soul for them.
But when he needed someone for him
There was nobody
Nobody there to help him get up
Nobody was there to tell him to brush it all off
But he told himself he'll be okay
Knowing he wouldn't, be okay.
He'll never experience the relief of others lending their soul to him
Not after he gave up his own.
All is left behind, in the white space that there is in his heart
