Little did I know

I thought I had less with me until I met up with someone who had none at all. Was supposed to feel better off cause my condition wasn’t that badly off but my conscious couldn’t allow me. I had to share the little I had, the only thing that made me feel better. Sharing the little I had at least blocked the tears rolling up my eyes, the tears didn’t cool down blocking them allowed them to flow down my heart. I only managed a fake smile on my face.