Caring For The People Of The World

Something i just feel you have to read

People knew me as having a big heart,
For caring for the weak,
For being the one that was taking the hits,
Who did everything for the people she loved,
But as good of a thing it is to have a big heart,
It breaks you down,
It makes your life hell,
You just care and care and care,
And all you get back is pain,
And you live off that pain,
You breath the pain thats put on you,
Scarm with anger,
And you cut for some pain,
That you have put on your self,
Just to know,
All people are the same,
And your not the odd one out,
Who stills cares enough,
To stand in front of a gun,
To save the people of the world.