People ask ,
Why do i care for others so much ,
For It is not a task ,
Neither is it a must ,
But yet they're too afraid to ask .
What happens if i didn't care at all?
To not care at all ,
Is to not be myself,
If i were to make that fall ,
I would lose myself.
I am nothing more than what makes me , me .
The heart i spill ,
My soul i shatter ,
So others could refill ,
And their words could matter .
15 June 23
