You wanted to be nice to everyone. You only never let them down and be there. You wanted them in your life, you did your best for them to take their seats inside your universe even if it meant that their weight will stop you from floating. But you saved their place and lifted them, hefty, over your shoulders and chest. You didn’t expect much, just a little even if it would never be enough, yet you kept holding their thrones, all above yours. You ignored your ego alerts and dignity’s fatigue. You muted your inner voices of “People always leave” and you stayed around. And now, you are sinking down inside the soft sands and muddy puddles and stormy seas; no life jackets can save you. You are feebly powerless to even save yourself, and you know it so well, it’s them and only them who can actually save you. It’s a reverse theory as only their weights can save you when weights should normally magnetize you down. But they don’t want to be your royal family, not anymore. You give up on yo