Curse of Caring

The curse of caring,

The pain of helping, but wanting to help,

But pained by it.

The dichotomies of wanting above all to help, yet hurting because of it.

Wanting to help, yet feel helpless,

Wanting to care, but always doing it wrong.

In the midst of the summer’s sun, there is a dying flower.

Within the darkness there is always some pain.

Left with the curse of caring too much,

For too many,

The curse of caring,

Left in pain, by my own hand,

With no one to turn to.

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