I know what she's going through. I know who's aiming at who.

I understand this world is pretty bad, I understand better than her dad.

I know it hurts, hurts to be picked apart and thrown together...

Pieces after pieces, falling apart, and months after months I fall to my shredded heart!

She never really understood the beauty within. She never really cared about the sun

that could shine. She only the darkness and sometimes the time.

And I let her free. I let her go. I told them, "Back off, go the heck away! She's nobody's game!"
And I really hope I helped, considering she's doomed. I really hoped I help, considering she's cool.

I don't really know how we got here. But I know I can help. 


I don't really... know... how we got here but I can help.

She's still beautiful; still amazing. She still has the sun burning on her...

and I know it hurts to constantly fall apart as the moments tick.

I know it hurts! I know it can be helped! That's why I'm here!

I know it hurts my friend.

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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