It has always been this way; I care far more than I am cared for. I will swallow all of your worries and bear all of your stories. I will do whatever it takes to make you better.

You could be a complete stranger, but I would be there, a shoulder for you to cry on. I care deeply and madly, but it seems to have lost its touch. Never have I felt so unappreciated, so disposable, but here I stay for you.

I long to make everyone’s life better. I long to make everyone better. Sometimes I wonder why no one is here to make me even the tiniest bit better.