Musings on Life from a Dead Girl

Curse

 I have a heart for humanity.

People say it's a blessing.

But it's a curse.

I feel a stranger's pain so strongly as if it were my own.

I cry for things I cannot change and watch the world practically burn.

I drown in all the suffering around me.

I love people.

But I hurt.

Constantly.

There is so much hate in this life.

So much pain.

Why does this have to be my cross to bear?

Why can't I walk around striped of my empathy, blinded to the strife of others?

Why do I have to carry this curse?