A million pieces
I am broken, damage,shattered,crumbled-to a million pieces.
It started by a small crack as one seen on the mirror,
That I ignore for so long, as the day pass by,
Those cracks, build a gap and it burst onto my face
That made me realize
,what i am doing?
All my life i am living only for my self
But how could i be so selfish?
I don't even recognize what's going on?
Around me,I've seen alot,getting worst every day
Angels on the hallway asking for a helping hanthy abussive men used them for their own sake
To earn money- to gain power
Have you ever imagine, what lige could this children would be?
Straying everywhere like an animal
Eating leftover and getting sick
Roaming around without proper clothing
Thy parents to guide them are gone
Thy arms to comfort them are none
No home to stay at night
Ni shelter during the rain
Sleeping on the floor during nightfall
No protection at all
Asking for little help,knocking atbour heart
but instead of lending our hands
We kep ignoring,degrading,and avoiding them
Stop criticising tjese children, for my heart is broken
To witness those sufferings
Lend a hand ti someone in need
Don't waut for the time that you'll suffer
I'm not perfect but i am willing tonlend a hand
For my heart is broken to see their tears
As a witness of this striving Angel's
And i try not to break their dignity iñto a million pieces.
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