Who will understand my heart? Who is distressed when I cry? I am tired. Who cares? Who cares if I get hurt?

Sometimes I feel lonely and eager to be cared for and loved by others. Someone cares when I am sad, and someone helps me when I am in trouble. I was so eager that I gradually became disappointed, so I turned my attention to books. Later I realized that if I don't love my parents, who will love me? So I gradually learned to give and show up when others need me ... so that someone can help us when I am sad.