What about me?

My heart is aching with your pain,
can feel it thumping in my chest.
You know I want to ease your hurt,
and put my painful heart to rest.

This eats me up from the inside;
it takes so much effort to breathe,
keeps on strangling my loving soul,
till all that I can do is grieve.

Is there anything I can do,
still life in you, that’s left for me?
Do you need me, or am I just
another liability?