If this is literal, it must be hard to swallow, as it were. There is little worse than feeling you are not loved quite as much as you should be.

Take care

The metaphor of you being the end pieces, wow, that hit hard. In my family, those end bread pieces are sometimes thrown away, and I have to remind my family members to save them from me, that they are still good, that it is a waste to discard of perfectly good bread.

The depth in this, the pain in realizing how we give to others who just take and take, how our love and dedication can be constant yet do not receive that same support and loyalty and appreciation back.

Thank you for sharing this.

I like this poem a lot, very heartfelt, I like how much you convey with brevity. very relatable. regards Ink