No matter
how exhausted I am
how sad I am
No matter
what I am going through
the bruises and pain
I carry
Be it
more or less
than I can handle
If someone asks me
If I can help them
lend them a listening ear
While they cry
and take on
their pain
I would gladly
take those extra bruises
bleed a little more
If it means
that they hurt even a fraction less
as someone who can deal
with all the hurt
Will I gauge deeper cuts
to fill with others pain
and burdens?
Of course I will
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Scattered Poetry
PoetryPoetry that does not fit into other genres so, they are just compiled here for your enjoyment.
