Kayla Bridges

(April 7,1991)

The Unloved


As hearts break, Love crumbles
We all see it, but don't do anything
Peolpe scream, people cry, but we don't help
We all are loved but don't help the unloved
You say you have nobody, but you do
You have your friends, but others have no one
How do you feel when you walk by a homeless person?
They have no one and yuo have ome one and you just keep walking
You dont say hi to them you dont even care but the next time you walk by that place you might see that same person dead where they commited suicid cause no one loved them

Submitted: Sunday, August 21, 2005
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