It’s not that I don’t care, because I don’t want to care
It’s that I do care, but I’d rather not.
Yet, I continue to.
I wake up in the morning ignoring it like passage of time.
But soon it creeps up on me and I remember.
I remember the sorrowful faces, the soul in need, and the body worn down.
I can’t forget, no matter how far I run.
I’d rather not cry.
I want it to go away, this guilt.
But his pain must go away, too.
I don’t know what to do or how to deal.
Oh, why can’t I just not care….!

By: Monica