Broken

What's Wrong With The World

Everything looks the same

The same shade of grey

The same color as your pain

Today will be just the same as yesterday

All you're doing is going through the motions

Saying what people expect to hear

But no one has any devotion

To see that people slowly disappear

People blinded to reality

Riding on their pot highs

No more is there any sensuality

All there is is lies

People laying on the street

Using cardboard as refuge

Tried and failed to make ends meet

They lost all they had to loose

Children dreaming about glory days

They learn in history class

Going through life in their innocent ways

Only worry is how they will pass

No one wants to see what's wrong

Only the broken can relate to you

You will not stay here for long

You have to leave and there's nothing about it I can do

So I guess this poem is a tribute to you

To say that I finally see

What is wrong with the world and how I will

Try to help so there will be no more casualties