Care

I hate to think that this poem sounds a little inconsiderate or selfish but it shows how i felt at a certain point so im srry if any one takes it in affense

I talk to you on the phone
You sound upset and depressed
You begin telling me how you feel
You open up and confess
You tell me you don't care
That nothing here matters
As you tell me your stories
I begin to feel sadder
You tell me you don't care about anyone
Or anything
I listen to you and think
"who am I? Don't I mean something?"
Here you are confiding in me
But whats the point
Im just someone who's here
Why should I comfort
Why should I help
Theres no point
In me helping you
If you just don't care