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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