My heart is too soft for this world.
It breaks easily like eggs dropped from buildings in the name of science.
Good people go through extreme loss,
while bad people always seem to win.
The kind will be rewarded in the next life they say.
What if there is no next life?
Why must those who bleed for everyone around them wait to get the things they very much deserve?
How can there be innocents being taken out by the wars of man?
Why?
Why?
Why!?

I guess I shall see if there is a next life at my time.
Until then I will continue to mend my heart one stitch and bandage at a time.