








Change my attempt, good intentions.
Crouched over, you were not there
Living in fear, but signs were not really that scarce.
Obvious tears, but I WILL NOT hide you through this.
I want you to help them, please see
The bl*eding heart perched on my shirt.
Die, withdraw, hide in cold in sweat.
Quivering lips, ignore remorse
Naming a kid, living wasteland