Everyone I know is broken

Everyone I know is broken,
They're not my responsibility, but in my head I hear the words spoken,
"You're a healer" with so much pain and emotion.
I think to myself, do I really have that ability?
I think logically, I know I'll be met with hostility,
It'll be hard to keep my own civility,
With the fragility of my own broken soul.
When do I get to be whole?
When do I get to take control of my own life ahead of me,

Instead of everyone and everything taking its toll all around me.

Healing, it's quite the dealing,
Not always a good feeling.
A teaching of a lesson of the universe's best teacher, pain.
It's sleeping to avoid the grieving,
Screaming while dreaming,
And always, always constantly thinking you're bleeding.

The brain in constant focus on the pain,
As if you have a chain embedded in you keeping you out in the rain.
It's something you have to maintain,
It's not something so easily explained,
But in the end, there is so much to gain.
In the end, you will be happy that you still will remain.
Everyone will see you were not slain,
Taking solace in that fact is enough to sustain.

Although some may see you as insane,
For continuing on in this campaign to make yourself better.
They may even fear you for the domain over yourself you've conquered,
Because facing the wounds you beared, made even them scared.
It'll be as if your mind has physically grasped something arcane.

No longer will it happen to you again,
No longer will you be restrained.