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.