Strong

This guilt has left me nearly hollow
Never do I think about the hole in my heart, for within others is a cavern much greater.
This is the sacrifice born from my attempt at benevolence.
It often forces me to ponder daunting questions.
I sit, gazing at the stars, begging the universe for an answers.

The first question brings guilt and burns my soul.
Am I not good enough?
Why can’t I save those who I love most?
I try with all my might; still I fail to heal their pain.

The second question haunts my every thought and action.
Will they discard me in belief that I am obsolete?
It seems as though my efforts are never enough.
While those I love suffer, I lay on my back and let out a sigh of agony.
I can’t share my pain with them however, I must remain selfless.

The voices in my head my head scream and cry.
But my comrades face more sinister wars so I remain silent.
I feel like a burden, a mistake, a stain in the lives of those for whom my heart beats.
But these feelings must be suppressed; I am strong.
 I am strong and I must remain so for the sake of everyone I desire to aid.