Sitting among the people of the world,
among death and dispare,
among heartache and disease,
and among broken lives.
Feeling so alone
screaming so loud but no one looks up.
selfishness consumes them,
can someone in this earth have so much;
so many blessings
yet feel so utterly alone and broken.
knowing she could have it worse but still she feels useless to the world
nothing comforts her
nothing to ease her pain
nothing but her pen and parer and the words she writes
so many things at once she cant take it all
all the problems of earth on her tiny shoulders
she knows its not that bad so she tries to hide it away
she knows it could be worse and knowing that, she feels
even more broken
she feels like shes lost all she has because the things of earth have no meaning to her
she tries to let people in but they can do nothing to help and she cant find the words she needs to describe her life.
the only thins she can think of doing is to cry.
the scars, the prices of her heart and the tears she cries is all she has
