A Hurtful Kind of Pain

I always wondered

Bout a little boy

His face all grey

Sunk in with hunger

He can't see

Overall the drippingblood.

The poor little boy is so hurt

He's so scarred

So damaged

So unloved

So scared

So bound to his pain

That burns with the rain

His bones are cracked

His skin is split

His muscles stretched

And his tendons torn

But his heart

Lays untouched.

Now I wonder about a little girl

Her tears blot her beautiful face

Her bones are solid

Her skin is stitched

Her muscle fine

Her tendons favored.

Yet this poor little girl is hurt.

She's so scarred

. So damaged

So unloved

So scared

So bound to the pain

That burns in the rains place.

In her little delicate

Untouched arms

Lays a shredded cloth

That's been used to clean dirt

Thats been stretched and bruised

Bitten and peeled

Layer from layer.

In her little delicate

Untouched arms

Lays a shredded heart

That's been touched way to often.

How I wonder about the broken boy

And gambled girl.

I don't know what for

But I wonder

Who one hurts more?