I ask myself tonight: when will I stop caring? When will it stop? When will I stop?

It has been a vicious cycle that has been going on for decades. And no one knew the answer – except me. People often ask, but I keep shrugging. Maybe to end the countless questioning, or maybe because I’m just confused myself.

The more I care, the less they do. And the more I help, the less help I get for myself.

They just don’t see it. The little things.

And my hopes, they are high, I must keep them small

See also  2016 and One Bucket List Item at a Time