Dying Hearts Poem by Lisa Ann Smallwood

is it really so hard to care.. I know it hurts but caring is better than living a life being cold and watching people do the wrong things to people and other living things.. I know Im not the only person left on this earth that feels true concern and true love for other living things.. what about respect.. for life.. I refused to believe that I am alone in this world and that no other heart can feel like mine.. its just cant be so.... I am the last of my kind.. the last hopeless romantic.. the last true heart..the last of my kind that cries over a few dead little fish.. or the pain I see in people eyes that have been hurt by another selfish unfeeling heart..not sure why I feel the need to carry the burdens of the world on my heart but.. days like these I wish i could change the world.. even if its just one person at a time.. then every minute of every day would always be worth living.... I guess in reality that is what I do.. and it is what keeps me going and happy.. trying with every thing in me to make a difference to make things better..even at the cost of my own breaking heart.