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I seem to be going through a repetition phase, so forgive me if you do not like that style...

We are broken.
We are hurting.
We are battered and
We are bleeding,
Screaming at the sky for the God
Who is right beside us,
If we would just turn our heads
To see Him.
We are loving.
We are losing.
We are cutting and
We are bruising,
Pale in comparison
To the darkness that
Surrounds us, though we swear
The path is still clear.
We are fighting.
We are dying.
We are falling and
We are convinced that we are flying,
Until we hit the hard reality
And look up to see
The floor.
We are free and
We are guilty.
We are fire and
We are burning.
We are thieves and
We are children.
We are knives and
We are victims.
We are needles and
We are addicts.
We are poets and
We are pens.
We are body and
We are spirit...

We are human and
We are loved...

If we could just open our hearts to accept it.