Is our world really broken?
Are we really all sad?
Are the foundations really cracking?
Or are we all really mad?
There are all of these questions,
but I want to know,
Is blood on the tracks regular to see?
Is it common for rope to hang from a tree?
Is all of this really the norm?
Are we just caught in an everlasting storm?
Can a three year old really carry a gun?
Is it worth the chase of a hit and run?
Is it right for lives to be bought and sold?
Does sadness really come from the soul?
There has to be a cause,
A bullet doesn't fire,
if it's not shot.
Are we swimming in a ocean of tears?
Waves battering, like bullys' punches and sneers,
Is it possible to be happy in a world of depression?
Is it possible to stop this infinite progression?
I know the answer,
Don't be so blind,
Three words can heal a broken mind.
Take a breath,
all you have to say,
Three words as sweet as the breeze in May...
"Are you okay?"
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Hey guys, sorry for the super depressing first poem, I just had an idea for a poem with a message so I decided to use it unfortunately for you. I wil try to write another poem soon. bai xoxo
