Is it wrong to feel this way?
When children are dying
And I am sitting here crying
Choking on the hurt and anguish
When starving children surround me
Slaves praying to be set free
Guilt ridden but the tears flow strong
Whilst fresh bruises are made on an innocent soul
A homeless human with no confidence or goals
Is it right to cut? Soak in the pity?
When illness ravishes the young and old
Abused children thrown out in the cold
So much suffering in the world
Yet it will not stop my pain
Even if I think about it over and over again
