Question

What do yall think of this small paragraph? I feel like its all mumbled jumbled, and doesn't focus on one thing.

When people need you they come back, and I suppose as my job I must help those who I say I've loved, for they need me, they need me to bring them upon one another, they need me to set them off like a baby bird who has just left their nest. The real question is, why me? Am I supposed to set aside my needs, my health for the safety of those around me? Am I supposed to wreck my life, my sanity, just for those who need me? Do they really need me, or do they regret the pain they’ve caused me. Though to remember they actually need me, gives me some importance to my life. I'm filled with more confusion than rage, I want answers more than to scream. Screaming does nothing, but knowing does more than anything. So what is the deal with me, I attract those who fend off me for their own survival, eating me apart like ants do with sugar. Till every piece of me is broken apart fed to different individuals. Though it's not so bad, knowing I’ve helped people all around me, from all different states, and countries, the power of social media is crazy. You meet those who are different and those who are alike. Those who are not all the way there, and sometimes you befriend those ones. Half the time people don’t know what to do, though if I'm so cruel why am I not sending them off with a hateful goodbye, but spending more years fixing their awful minds, creating better just for them to leave me behind as if I'm all used up? Until they once realize they need me again. If I'm so cruel, why am I still here? Most would go crazy already, and most would have snapped, but why haven’t I snapped? Why am I still here texting, communicating, talking to those who don’t really care for me, but more helping them once again? Though I don’t think I am so cruel, for I think I am one above those who are cruel, I am one above, hence why I'm still here. I'm one above because I'm still here, helping those who have eaten at my kindness, and taken advantage of me, I am a part of the cruel, nor kind. I am above the cruel, but below the kind.

Answer 1

All good other than a few grammar errors here and there!

Edited Version:
When people need you they come back, and I suppose as my job I must help those who I say I've loved, for they need me, they need me to bring them upon one another, they need me to set them off like a baby bird who has just left their nest. The real question is, why me? Am I supposed to set aside my needs, and my health for the safety of those around me? Am I supposed to wreck my life, my sanity, just for those who need me? Do they really need me, or do they regret the pain they’ve caused me? Though remembering they actually need me, gives me some importance in my life. I'm filled with more confusion than rage, I want answers more than to scream.
Screaming does nothing, but knowing does more than anything. So what is the deal with me, I attract those who fend off me for their own survival, eating me apart as ants do with sugar. Till every piece of me is broken apart and fed to different individuals. Though it's not so bad, knowing I’ve helped people all around me, from all different states, and countries, the power of social media is crazy. You meet those who are different and those who are alike. Those who are not all the way there, and sometimes you befriend those ones. Half the time people don’t know what to do, though if I'm so cruel why am I not sending them off with a hateful goodbye, but spending more years fixing their awful minds, creating better just for them to leave me behind as if I'm all used up? Until they once realize they need me again. If I'm so cruel, why am I still here? Most would go crazy already, and most would have snapped, but why haven’t I snapped? Why am I still here texting, communicating, and talking to those who don’t care for me, but more helping them once again? Though I don’t think I am so cruel, for I believe I am one above those who are cruel, I am one above, hence why I'm still here. I'm one above because I'm still here, helping those who have eaten at my kindness, and taken advantage of me, I am a part of the cruel, or kind. I am above the cruel, but below the kind.

Answer 2

Aww! Thank you so much, I appreciate it a lot.