To you it makes no sense. To me it is infuriating what little the lazy people of the world do as these things happen day after day after day...
I was never much of a poet (or a songwriter for that matter) but can't say I didn't try.
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No one cares when you’re this low class
Water splatters, clear blood against the wall
Towel tripping is an almost fall
Small wet feet touch cold tile floor
Make a way to the bathroom door
A young abused child with a zombie-like stare
Out in the hallway in her underwear
To watch her mother drink and drink
Her forehead cracks against the bathroom sink
A drop of hate slides to the ground
And splinters there with little sound
The tension screams inside the hush
These tiny bones aren’t hard to crush
Anger rages out and in
Blood red water escapes her skin
The shouts commence, Oh Don’t You Dare
Life and living just aren’t fair
A childhood thrown off the brink
The floor is red and her face is pink
Tired eyes in a dead, blank stare
Thoughts that we can’t bear to bear
Eyes that do no more than blink
So why should someone ever think
That something could be done?
