To the people in my life.

I hate the fact that your feelings affect me.
I hate that I would do anything for you and ask for nothing in return.
I hate that I would be grateful for anything you give me even if it is below the bare minimum.
I hate that I could love someone while they hurt me.
It’s hard. Constantly feeling the need to show my love to others whilst I receive nothing in return.
“It will come back to you in the future” I doubt it.
I hate that I love for both of us even when I feel like I’m not enough.
I try to hide it and not make a big deal, but I’m struggling with accepting it’s real.
Regardless I’ll still love you, even if it kills me.

Lots of love
Anonymous