They can't understand.
I mourn with those that mourn.
And hope to comfort them.
But I can't do anything about it.
I feel powerless.
Traumas so different, I could not have
Ever thought about them.
Hearts so broken,
That the blowing wind seems
To put them back together
Better than they were.
I can't help.
And helping is all
I've ever wanted to do.
I have failed.
And failure was not an option.
I tried to lose faith,
But all I did was give myself more.
If everyone else can keep going
With destroyed lives
Why can't I go about my own,
Which it is perfect?
I do not deserve perfection.
I deserve to understand
The things I can't.
I can't bring myself
To break the bounds.
