A Shoulder for all but Me

I am there for everyone.
I am loyal to a fault.
I am tear stained from others,
But who can I water mark?

My life wants to be simple.
Small spread out doses of pain are manageable.
How to survive the many avalanches of agony?

Would anyone notice if i didn't care?
Would anyone notice before they needed my shoulder?
I have lost most of myself already.
I miss me, but I don't know if there's a way to bring her back.

Some will be there until they get frustrated with my emotions.
Others don't care at all.
Some won't be responsible for their parts in my pain.

But I will always remember each tear that has fallen on my body.
The floor is my shoulder as the tears fall from my cheeks.