I have to save them
every broken heart
every torn up soul
I have to hold them
love them
every fiber of my being
screams to them
my hands held out
to catch them.
my spilled blood
means nothing
in comparison
to theirs
their tear stained
faces call out
to my broken heart
begging for healing
part of me screaming to help
another part shaking it's head
tired of being so tired.
you can't save them all
you can't save them all
YOU ARE READING
Words for the Contradictions
Poetry"Here's to all the living, breathing contradictions trying to fit into a world that hates them affectionately and loves them indifferently."~unknown
