How cruel one must be to become well acquainted with suffering and still inflict pain upon

another

Perhaps my heart is so frozen I forgot how to act.

I am cold and distant, full of disdain and heartache.

A lifetime of resentment runs through these veins

Yet it’s me who bares the ache of caring-but careless in many attempts

The salt of life is but a bitter taste of irony

And somehow I’ve managed to chase down another day

I drained myself of all the tears

Slowly I’m defeated

I stopped trying 

Becoming less and less aware

What's worse than failing as a caregiver is failing miserably as a daughter.