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It kills me to see my
Friends in pieces.
I just wish that maybe one day,
A smile will be enough to whisk
All their problems away.
It’s wishful thinking, I know,
But my patience is about to
Implode ‘cause I pray constantly
And that will never be enough
Because I am to shame and
The rest of you are so lost.
So I think that maybe, if I keep my
Distance things won’t be so bad
But then I keep trailing back
To this point, where I look out for the
Downtrodden because I am a most
Wretched empath.
I can’t help it, it kills me, but I
Need to reach out to the broken and
I don’t care if I’m in pieces
Alongside the others.
If I can help, I can help, and
I’ll do it ‘til I’m rotten.
Oh, and I swear it’ll destroy me
And eat me inside like the
Parasitic complex that I’ll harbour
Until the day I die but at least
I’ll save another, and use my
Blood as an adherer and slowly
Piece a shattered people
Back together.
If I had to write a poem for my English Advanced class, under the theme of Belonging, at least I've got this.