Loving the lost
Will come at a cost
Once you have seen into the crack
Part of you won't come back
Bonding with the broken
Means having to hear struggles unspoken
Loving them means seeing their pain
And being prepared to join them in the rain
You see, every bit you give
They need to live
Broken and caged
With others they do want to engage
But brokenness is their curse
One day it be their hearse
Love not the afflicted
To their incompleteness they are  addicted