Tears

 I cry
I do not fear crying
But recently I do not cry for myself
I am at a good part of my life
I haven’t been this happy in ages
But I cry for the sake of others
I help absorb the pain of friends
A good listener
A good friend 
They call me
But where do I go for comfort? 
Comfort for the pain I feel that’s not done unto me
This answer is still absent to me 
I can’t go to the ones that cry to me
For they need strength from me
Who cries for the one that comforts?
Who listens to the therapist?
Who digs the grave for the gravedigger?
Yet more questions unanswered
In reality the answer is what I stare at this moment
The paper is the one I talk to
So until I find someone that can comfort the comforter
I am stuck with this lonely sheet of paper

where now?