Revelation

I feel like I always lose what I want the most, what I hold dear. Though it is all my fault, my hands are what cause my own destruction. If only I could be smaller and more manageable. I wish I could be easier for everyone, then they would want me more. I try to make myself indispensable, so they are forced to keep me around. I force value on myself by doing things no one else will. I give all of myself, and it is still not enough. The more I give, the easier I crack, and when I do that, it drives everyone away. I can't control it.