grasping

so many things I wish I could say the words cling to my soul they are chained I'm grasping for air and no one can here my cry for help I was doing so well idk what happened I'm going back down I don't wanna believe it I'm still putting on a fake smile to please the world and I'm tired I'm so tired of trying my hardest and not being enough idk what more you want from me you expect the world and I'm only 14 I can only give so much I'm tired of trying to be perfect I mentally and physically drained I never put myself first even when I should it's both a blessing and a curse to be able to be the person people come to for comfort and help I push down my feelings and change the way I feel to please others.