They circle me. Always in a vicious manner, tearing apart my brain and grinding my bones to pieces. I wish with all of my broken heart to understand why. Why I've been cursed with compassion and love. See, the problem is that I have an enormous amount of empathy. So much that I will care for people until I have nothing left. I will love with my mind, body, and soul. I will give everything just to see someone else happy to be alive. But where does this leave me? It leaves me broken. And alone. And scarred. And dead inside. All because my brain had the gall to care. My spirit had the fucking courage to feel and fall victim to the horrendous cycle of pain and love and friendship. I can't help but think that maybe, just maybe, that if I couldn't feel, I could not be destroyed. But that's not possible. I am always destroyed. So maybe I could have the dignity to destroy myself first.
