when people see a person hurting
they seldom try to ease their pain
they make jeering remarks
and take their own digs and hits
for no one notices
if a bleeding person coughs up blood
those silent souls, drift alone in the dark.
if only hearts could learn to mend,
hold the broken, be the friend.
May 21, 2025
May 21, 2025 at 8:59 AM UTC
when people see a person hurting
they seldom try to ease their pain
they make jeering remarks
and take their own digs and hits
for no one notices
if a bleeding person coughs up blood
those silent souls, drift alone in the dark.
if only hearts could learn to mend,
hold the broken, be the friend.
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