Sacrifice

I can’t keep laying myself down on the table

as a sacrifice for everyone else.

I have the right to exist,

I have the right to survive.

I can’t keep letting myself fade

so others can be happy,

so others can live while I die,

so others can love while I cry.

I’m not Jesus. I’m not Moses.

I’m not Mohammed or the Buddha.

I’m just a weak man

who’s trying to get by,

trying to navigate the pain and strife

in this hell we call life.