There's so many things that i wish i could do, to help those i care about. It's like being trapped outside a dome, while everyone is trapped inside. Inside there is sickness, there is conflict and hostility, and there is above all else, the one I love. No matter what I do, i cannot give them what they need. I can never give them what they want. They don't want to constantly see the cure or the solution to their problems, They physically want to have those things. I can tell them all I want that it will be ok, and show them how I feel, but in the end, with how helpful my actions and promises are, I might as well not exist to them. And yet, I c