Pain

Pain -
The burden of everyone's pain weighs heavily on me. 
The intense inner struggle is unbearable. 
I grieve for the pain in others. 
I grieve for my own suffering. 
Pain defines my existence.  
All I yearn for is serenity and genuine affection. 
I long for the torment to dissipate. 
My heart is constantly heavy.  
I may attempt to flee and conceal it.
Occasionally I may seem fine, but the pain lurks, ready to resurface. 
I desire to alleviate the suffering of those around me. 
It pains me to witness others in pain because I am all too familiar with it. 
I assume responsibility for the actions and decisions of others as though they were my own. 
I would rather shoulder the blame than allow someone else to bear the weight of their mistakes. 
Perhaps I am truly at fault; I could have made different choices leading to a better outcome, or maybe I am merely enabling. 
Why do I possess such a profound capacity to love passionately but struggle to accept love in return? 
Why am I incapable of making difficult decisions that may cause temporary pain but ultimately benefit others? 
Pain is my unwavering companion; I will shield others from it as best I can, yet I cannot escape its grasp. 
Despite my admirable traits, I am also consumed by pain and sorrow. 
No one comprehends this. No one genuinely sees me.
Why am I unable to assist them? Why am I unable to help myself?
Oh pain, how I wish to part ways with you. Yet, if it means safeguarding my loved ones from you, I will endure. I will absorb you, silently dying inside to prevent my loved ones from experiencing my pain. I will transform the suffering into profound love.