What Can I Do

Pensive thoughts run through my mind
All the darkness is entwined
always looking at the past
and thinking of things i put last
always thinking of "what ifs"
that leave my heart so cold and stiff
i wonder why some people drink
and wonder what those people think
I wonder why some people smoke
and take some drugs or use some coke
death must be their dark souls crave
to be deep down below their grave
i wonder why abuse controls
controls young children's life it stole
i start to ponder deep inside
but that much pain is hard to hide
people suffer everyday
there's nothing i can do or say
but then there's people who are wrong
who need some help to make them strong
but I'm a kid, what can i do
how can i help those people through
all their troubles; full of tears
their cries that just need one to hear
but, i do hear; i hear the noise
of lost, torn lives that hate destroys
what can i do to fix the pain
to break that vicious, selfish chain
not but a scratch does it now show
my tries are weak; a broken flow
I'll try till death to help them through
but I'm just one, what can i do?