World is Damned

Who knew that tragedy hit in the most beautiful places
To once see such a delicate face...
Then to have them be corrupted is so saddening
How do I help?
How do I tell them that it'll be okay...
Time may not heal every wound, but it gets easier
Throughout this world I find myself wondering...
Why?
Why do terrible things happen to people with good hearts
People who would jump in front of a bus to save your life
Their dreams are cracking
Slowly changing to realistic nightmares
I want to take their pain away...
But I'm having trouble dealing with my own
And that is simply why the world is damned

Reviews

[Chaos_Collector]

If I had a nickel for how many times I asked myself this. I eventually gave up. I was dying inside wondering the same thing till I realized I would never truly get the answer I was looking for so I simply moved on. This poem flowed well from beginning to end. Well done Angela.

[Corrupted Rose]

Thank you. I appreciate it.

[Chaos_Collector]

You're welcome (: