I don’t get help because I am the helper.

You’re the friend who helps everyone, 

gives them advice when they need it, 

tells them they’re perfect when they feel ugly, 

and help them with their relationships 

even though you’ve never been in one yourself. 

But then the time comes around for you to be sad, 

for you to need help, 

and they’re not there to give it. 

Sure, 

sometimes you may not tell people you need help when you need it, 

but when you do tell everyone just ignores the fact 

and continues on with their lives like you don’t matter. 

And then the next day they come to you for more help.

I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t even care if I get their help or not. 

I wouldn’t even know what to do if they did offer help, 

I’ve never been on the other side of the relationship 

and I would feel out of place if I was. 

I’ve become better at dealing with my feelings and problems myself

rather than telling anyone or even anything.

This is literally my life everyday, 

everyday god damn day. 

I’m so used to helping other people 

I forgot how to help myself. 

It’s gotten to the point where I listen to everyone’s problems 

and try to help them with so much effort that I make their problems mine, 

completely oblivious to the fact that they’re not.

And it's tiring.