i'm not sick with this

am i always be the place,
where everyone throw their sorrow,
their loneliness,
their sadness.??

i'm not complaining.
i'm okay with it.
i never throw them away if they need me.

but,
they always throw me away.
i'm just their 'fella' when the rose bloom.
and they keep coming to me when the world turn upside down.
i'm their friend for a minute.

they come to me and go.
just like the wind.
i can't stop them.

sometime these people,
they make me feel more heartless.
and i can't understand myself.
people told me i am like this and like that.
they thought they know me enough.
they are wrong.
i'm unpredictable.
i hate it.
i love it. *sigh*

some said we gain the world if we give everything. *sigh*