Poems from brokenbuthome
He came to camp
Was different
A bit more sensitive than the rest
Not his fault
He is not guilty of something wrong for that
He was amazing...
i wept with you
how can you deny me now
do you remember
sitting in the corner
all alone
sobbing
face in hands
praying
that I would send...
Suffering in silence.
Sobbing without tears.
Breaking without noise.
Lying out of necessity.
Praying with what faith I have left.
Wishing...