Sometimes I feel so old

So worn out

In my few short years here I have seen so much

So much pain

So much love turned sour

So much hate

So much violence

Why me?

People who need guidance always come to me


What makes me different?


I want to help then yes

But sometimes I don't know how

It scares me

There lives

In my hands?

It seems

Their futures

In my small hands?


I have seen people ruined by some ones foolish words

Torn apart by angry words

Never meant to be said

Haunted by taunting phrases

Hearts broken to pieces

Like a mirror getting hit by rocks

Lives left in complete and utter despair

Hopelessness children

The joy is gone

Only blood and empty bullet shells are left

Hatred is everywhere

Death seems like a blessing


Everything is wrong

So wrong

Nothing seems beautiful anymore

It makes me so sad

Sometimes I wonder how I deal with it

I wonder how I don't end up depressed

I wonder why I stay with these people

Nothing is holding me here

Except our friendship

I want to help them

They want and need help

But it still makes me sad

Why is this world so evil?

How can people hurt each other so much?

Why is there so little good?

Why are people so cruel to each other?

I wish I knew

I wish I knew