Poetry Shorts

Innocent

You never did anything wrong yet you suffer so much

You get hurt and no ones there for you

I'm trying to be but we're hundreds of miles apart

I want to run up and hug you and tell you its ok

I want to melt all your pocket knives

I want to hurt all the people who have hurt you

I don't understand why things are how they are

Why you get hurt for being you

Why I was chosen to sit here while you suffer, only being able to talk to you