Careless - Poem by Ana Schatzmann
Not long ago I cared too much.
I cared about everything and everyone but not about myself.
I wanted to make everyone happy, while I was getting unhappier and unhappier.
I gave everyone another chance, no matter how much they had hurt me.
And when they went back to how they used to be I just gave them another chance.
And another one. And another one.
Were they happy? Yes.
Was I happy? No.
I would give them all the happiness that was left and take so much pain as long as I didn't hurt anyone.
But I did. I hurt someone, not just a someone.
And then I stopped caring. Stopped being nice. Started being happy.
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