Not poetic, but depressing.

We both have stress. I know it is hard to break it up.
When you said 'life is hard'
I always tempted to ask 'compared to what?'
Such a kid, regretting every single thing you had without even thankful.
Yourself's broken, but i'm two times broken.
Hearing all your concern while i have so many people, but no to lean on.
Late up my bedtime to even read your worries
Giving you advice even though you would not hear it.
Why you won't realized until it apart.
When you proud of your life, i smile, even if i fear my own thoughts.
You have your luck, i try to smile, even if melancholy frames my eyes.
If i run away, you would run and ask 'why did you leave me behind?'
It kinda confusing.
Cause i never ask you when you leave me kneeling in the middle of the road, still enjoy your way.
Even when you bury me to the deepest part of the earth.
I would not yelling.
It makes me think, heart, just burn yourself with hatred.