Because hearing about other people's sadness takes a toll on my heart sometimes, so I created this set.
It breaks my heart to see people in pain,
So much that sometimes it drives me insane.
My heart it breaks, often so,
That I tend to breakdown, it's so hard to let go.
It's hard to carry all of this sadness.
My kindness, my weakness, the root of my madness.
I try to go out, get some fresh air to breathe.
I've heard some stories, you wouldn't believe.
All of the sadness, it makes me so weak.
Often sometimes, that I can't even speak.
~LB
©2014
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