How can I breathe,
When so many people cry?
How can I stay afloat,
When so many people die?
How do I hold myself up,
In the face of anger and rage?
Not when I surely have so much to say?
But that's what we do.
We endure. We lie.
We stay quiet and never ask why.
So now it's too late for them to notice
But it's also too early to die.
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A Smile Full Of Broken Glass
PoetryPoetry from my innermost thoughts and mind. Remember to look for the deeper meaning in everything no matter where, who, what or when it is.
