It is not difficult to see the pain in someone's eyes,

To hear the cries of those hurting, to feel the ache yourself.

The ache that shakes the core of what you feel,

Of what you hear, of what you see.

A pain that refuses to heal.

It is not difficult to sink,

To fall below the surface of not knowing what to be,

Of not knowing how to deal.

The cards dealt so unfairly, if only you could see

That you are not the only hand.

It is not difficult to fall,

To sink, to stumble, to stall.

It is difficult to find a way out,

To climb and search for a path;

Stuck in a hole you managed to dig with your own wrath.

It is difficult to voice the questions;

Why am I here?

Would it be better if I wasn't?

You search for any possible suggestions

It is not difficult to answer no.

And then there are those already condemned.

It is not difficult to overlook the hurt in their eyes,

The gorgeous yet terrifying site of their capsize.

You see their pain and you feel it yet again inside.

It is not difficult to disregard those who are already so far fallen.

It is not difficult to see.

So often we feel helpless and forget those who are hopeless.

It is not difficult to notice the pain that is easily felt by yourself.

Notice.