The loneliness of being surrounded by people

Everyone comes to me. 

and I let them. 

i listen to their 3 AM breakdowns,

their unsent messages,

their "i don't know what to do anymore."

i hold space for everyone's pain

like it's the most natural thing in the world.

maybe cause it is, for me.

bit here's what no one sees - 

when i close the phone after talking someone thru their worst night,

i sit in the silence and realize 

no one asked if i was okay.

not once.

and the worst part that i'm so used to it,

i forget to ask myself too.

i became so good at being someone's safe place that i never built one for myself.

and now i'm the person who understands everything bout everyone and feels completely,

quietly,

alone.

if you are reading this - 

you're probably that person too.

i see you. 

even if no one else does.