Broken People
I see broken people
And I feel their pain
I see desolate beings
And it hurts knowing how they’re feeling
Their pain resonates with me
I feel this overwhelming empathy
I see broken people
And I do what I can to help,
I don’t expect nothing in return
I just believe one good turn deserves another
Kindness is one of the few things that comes free
People look and they stare at me
Asking why I feel so much for them constantly
And I say, I care for broken people
Because one of those broken people is me
And I’d like to think there others out there
Who will do the same for me you see.
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