I'm hurt, you're the cause
I cry, you ignore me
I'm better, but I'm not
I'm screaming in silence
I'm dieing, you shun me,
You're hurt, I tell myself not to sooth your pains
You cry, and I contemplate comforting you
You're better, I tell myself but I know you not
You're screaming, and I hear you
You're dieing, I nurse you back to health
Why, I ask, why?
The answer lies in the heart of compassion, sitting right next to peace and kindness.