I see the pain inside of you,
I see the troubled so withdrew.
God won’t save you now,
Heaven ain’t with us anyhow.
I am never to be ashamed,
Am I too blamed?
Never will I see heroics,
Tiny windows to your souls.
I don’t ever misjudge you,
Rise against the painful view.
Ridiculousness will overcome,
We all are fulfilled with wisdom.
How come you need me?
You and I.
Between the painfully see,
We’ve started to cry.
Poetry