I do not understand pain
Why it leaves you empty
Why you seem like a forgotten sweater that has been left out in the rain
Why is it so complicated but yet so plain
But most of all I do not understand
Why we mock those that are in pain
I’ve seen someone laugh at another
And say “they got what they deserved”
Because their friend got shot
By a cop
What I do understand is love
It will be there in the shape of a mother’s hug
It will take you and guide you to your grandma’s kitchen
But most of all it will fight with you through the pain
