A broken heart does nothing.
It can break and bleed,
But it does not help those
Who are breaking -
And bleeding.
My tears are not washing away the grime
That has coated their cheeks,
Nor do they quench the thirst
Of those parched throats.
My sighs are useless
To deaf ears,
That no longer trust the
Empty promises they have
Heard all of their lives.
Tired and abused,
Their hearts are beating for survival.
Eyes are dry, tears proving
A waste of energy.
No time for sighs
When you need your breath
To run for cover.
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