I laugh at myself for being able to relate.

I suffer when you suffer.
To care this much ,and at the same time know that not long ago, I would've never been afforded the same level of care.
In fact, I was just a collateral damage.
I care about so many people that I know have only personalized me after I survived, and without a doubt conditionally.
Not during.
Not when I needed it most.
And what hurts most is knowing that no matter how much one cares, it may not be enough to save anyone. Cares and tries in actions.

This is human.

We all suffer, but the shapes of our sufferings take mock our circumstances. I starved in the ruins of war, scraping crumbs from rubble. You starve under fluorescent lights, fridge sometimes half full , sometimes not, but spirit always hollow, praying for the will to eat...depression, loneliness, feeling unworthy and unloved... Some pray the bombing stops. You pray the noise in your head will. You can't keep buying your pills. They don't have clean water to swallow the pills.

Will things change to the better? I don't know. I only wish they will for everyone.