Maybe I care too much.

Much more than needed, much more than the other person does.
But I was made to be like this, to care too much, to give too much love, and not getting anything back.
It's killing me inside, I'm empty, but I'm used to this sh*t.
So, yeah, go ahead, keep killing me, hurting me, destroying what's left from me.
Just remember that someday it will get back to you, in a harder way.
It's called #Karma.