Just a thought

My heart started beating slower the moment my grandmother died
Felt like a ton of bricks laid upon my chest
and everyday it weakens
for the kid that sits alone in class
the Virgin prostitue getting ready for her first trick
Moms burying their children
homeless cold
mental ill lost in their own misery
It's just life
right
then why does it still make my heart sink every-time I see it
life shouldn't be so cruel.
it should be all rainbows and fairytales
And booze
Lots of booze