Who Got the Tab?

If it’s carrying the weight of the world,
I fit the bill.

If it’s battling silent battles while still solving others’ problems,
I fit the bill.

If it’s rolling over realizing you only slept an hour,
I fit the bill.

If it’s carrying the weight of being misused and abused,
I fit the bill.

If it’s watching others betray me in real time without ever saying a word,
dammit, I fit the bill.

If it’s carrying everybody else’s emergencies while my wounds wait their turn,
I fit the bill.

If it’s losing time with those you love most to ensure things get taken care of,
yep, I fit the bill.

If it’s constantly being tired, exhausted, mentally drained,
yeah, I fit the bill…

But when the hell is someone else gon’ cover the tab?

When will being there physically,
while hollow and empty inside,
no longer be the price?

I’m tired.

Almost at the line of no return.

And when it comes to others,
I never think twice.

Yet I’ve fit the bill my whole damn life.

So tell me,

When the hell is someone else gon’ cover the tab?

🖤 Kae