I feel sorrow, scarred, and numb.
I hurt so much I'm sane.
I haven't cried in years,
But that don't take away the pain.
Though my spirit's whole, I'm broken.
Though the cut's not mine, I bleed.
Though I beg and plead for it to stop,
Never does it heed.
It thrusts upon me all your pain,
All the things you suffer.
Everything that makes you cry,
Afflicts me like no other.
This empathy, of which I'm cursed,
Will not leave me alone.
It will always cut me to the soul,
Until I turn to stone.
But how do I live with this pain?
Whatever helps me cope?
It shares with me your joy as well.
And that, in turn, gives hope.