Sand Grain
When you give people everything that you have, you eventually feel empty. And then one day when you loose your ability to give out anything, they call you a heartless fucking stone. It's not like it's your fault. It's not their fault either. It's just that with time, everything that you have and everything that you own, exhausts. Almost like a sand clock. You can't just do anything to stop those sand grains from falling. No matter how hard you try, all of it is gonna have enough room to fall out of those gaps between your fingers. It's just how it is. And all you can do is watch them fall and get mixed with those other grains.