~Hey sorry I haven't written in a while, I've been kind of.. upset? Yeah, that, lately and I didn't have the heart to write anything that might upset you as well~ Matt
If a band of misfits crossed your path would you show them kindness or wrath?
Would you take their hand in yours and call it your own?
To keep them safe until daylight is shown.
Heal they're wounds, inside and out.
Give them every benefit without a doubt.
A mild bath to clean them up, to wash away their sorrows.
A helping hand to guide them till tomorrow.
Would you show them love from every crevice of your heart?
Promise to never leave them, or let them fall apart?
Well maybe, just maybe, that's all they want you to do.
Show them that destruction isn't always in close view.
Because I know the tears of those misfits, and it isn't because they came in the night.
It's because those misfits are us, those afraid of abandonment, of care.
Being constantly afraid of mistreatment isn't a pretty sight.
Just show us, for once, that you'll always be there....
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A Sea of Poems
PoetryThis is for those who suffer from anxiety, depression, bipolar disorder. Those who struggle to smile everyday for someone else. Those who are lonely, those who are broken, those who are hurting, those who have lost, and those who need someone, or so...
