Some Other Emotion

I had no idea it was possible for my heart to break for something I'm not even a part of. It's someone else's pain, but I can't help but feel so much of it. I should comfort myself in thinking that it's not happening to me, but for some reason that doesn't make it any better. And I've done that thing where someone else's pain instigates something I was repressing, kind of like what happens to me when I watch certain movies, but this is different. I have no part of this and no control of it, but it hurts just as if it was happening to me. It's not like I can be sympathetic, because I've never experienced something quite like this person is, and it's not pity at all. Since when is it possible to shed tears for someone else's pain? Well, that's what I learned - it is. I have no motivation to do anything other than wait until I can figure this out, even though it's out of my hands and not my matter to take care of. It just hurts because our hearts are so close that they might as well be the same heart.