The Comforter

There are not enough hours in the day to deal with all of the things I need to and still be there for other people. So, its simple, I push aside what I need to make sure I am there for everyone else. This isn't a complaint, don't misunderstand it as such. I'm fully aware this could be seen as a fault even. I give to much, love to hard, and feel everything deeper than I should. I take in the pain and frustrations of those I care for, I soak them in for them and try my best to ease their burden. Sometimes that isn't easy, honestly, but when I lay to sleep at night I know its worth it to give all that I am and all that I have to other people. A part of me deep inside hopes they realize that. I hope they see that they are cared for, loved, and that if I could wipe away every trace of sorrow or pain I would. I'm not perfect, its to hard to try to be, but if my loved ones could see just for one moment how much I care and what I am willing to do for them, it would give me the strength to happily wake up in the morning and do it all over again.

Who comforts the comforter
When all is said and done
What shoulder does she lean on
When her life comes undone

Whose ear is ever ready
To listen to her plight
Who takes away her torture
As she screams into the night

What voice is there to whisper
Help her avoid life’s disarray
Who knows when she has troubles
No matter what she might say

What soul holds hers as she cries
Though no one believes she does
Who feels the stabs of sorrow
The burden from those she loves

Drained from the worlds troubles
As she’s made them all her own
Who comforts the comforter
From the pain only she knows