I Think I Care Too Much Sometimes

Sometimes I try to hard, it may not be any of my business but I can't sit still and let them bear the burden of being alone something in me just rises up in the desperation to help them no matter how hard the task, no matter who they are I can't help it. Nothing can help it. But I've always been a quite person that kept to myself, I often looked mad... but no one would ever try to help me in my time of sadness, I was all alone no matter how many people I helped I was always alone... I don't ask for help, because if its not offered why would they care to give it? Couldn't they sense my sadness in my time of need? Or did they just not care about me, like I cared about all of them...