Depression Is My Kryptonite

Caring and The Many Few

It doesn't feel like anyone cares anymore.

As if they ever did before.

Funny thing is, I care for the entire world.

Even when I'm shrouded in the painful light.

Or when the cold warmth consumes everyday of this never ending strife.

I still care.

I'm numb, I've been numb for days on end and yet I'm still trying my best to be a good friend.

Maybe I care too much.

But that won't make it stop.

I wish the voices would be quiet.

I wish that I could go radio silent.

But, I have to be there for everyone.

Even when they don't want me to be.

Because I know how it feels when no one cares.

When no one tells you that they'll always be there.

That's been my entire life.

So, to all of those who get annoyed by my constant pestering.

Just know that I don't want you to feel alone and like no one cares.

Because I'll always be here for you to turn to in your time of need.

Or even when my instincts kick in and tell me to bug you.

Sorry for caring so much.

I'm probably not the faithful companion that you wish would come to your rescue.

But, for those who appreciate what I do.

The Many Few;

I'm glad that I can always be there for you, even if I'm all that you got.

I still care a whole Hell of a lot.