Why Do I Care So Much?

Why do I care so much, why do I give a damn?

All I seem to do is try and try to be there and to give my undivided self to everybody. I think I love so intensely that even the slightest inconvenience to someone that I care about is debilitating and tears me to pieces. Naturally, I do not want to see anyone hurt, sad. If I can't help, Im helpless. Hopeless and feeling like a waste of space. Why do I care so much? Maybe it is a gift. Maybe it is a cruel injustice that's been given. Then I have to stop and think. If not me, then who? If I wasn't there to care about someone, would someone else. I may not be the best person to ask for advice or the greatest friend who never screws up, but I have love, an open heart and the open mindedness of someone who has never known pain. Even though, I've been through trials, heart break and gut wrenching tears. Every chance shouldn't be the last, every love deserves attention. So Why do I care so much? Why does plain Jane, lil old me have to care so much especially if the feelings are not reciprocated. I'm sure many of you know that feeling all too well. You pour your heart into someone and their well being only to feel used and unwanted, ending up alone. Why do you care so much? Im sure that those of you who are reading this nodding your heads, thinking "Yeah, I feel the same" wonder why is my heart STUCK to my sleeve. Why can't I move the darn thing back in my chest where it can be guarded. I guess it doesn't work like that. Once a heart sleeve always a heart sleeve.

I can feel the pain of others. I heard that is called empathy. I cry for them and the unimaginable burden they bare. Maybe they silently suffer but some suffering can be seen on the face. Its hard to detect, almost impossible because with being human comes the ability to hide, like a natural predator/prey. We hide. There is pain still, the eyes still tell all. They leave a voice even for the voiceless.

Why does it hurt so much? Why does the pain that is inflicted upon us hit us so hard, shaking our core, changing the roots inside of us that we have created. Why? Are we such an intricate

race with the ability to create and destroy at the drop of a hat.

Why do we feel empathy, sympathy, pity?

Why do I care so much?

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