He was standing alone in a great posture
Getting therapy somewhere in a place where it is torture
Big hospital with a circumference
Tired of waitin' to be cured
He was in a terrible condition
People never approach him with recognition
Tryin' to fix his self
But he can't help it
He was prayin' that someday he'll be fine
Crying in the hall like he wasn't alright
Stumbled through obstacles
Got hurt by sharp spikes
It has gone too far
The illness and the huge wounds
Will those diseases may be cured?
Or it will stay and got worsen
He tried to be better
Feeling thing that is nothing
Even if it isn't okay
He tends to say "it's fine, I'm ok"
How can't you give sympathy?
To a guy who needs help
You only care for yourself
And never care for others
Why can't you give just a little sympathy?
To those who are down
Try to lift them up
Instead of dragging them down
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Complicated
PoetryHow complicated life is when we there are things that we don't want to see, feel, and hear. Being emotional are sometimes cannot be removed. Written it all on: August 17, 2019 Published on: November 21, 2019 Finished it on: December 31, 2019 Highes...
