We the broken

We the shattered,
We the broken,
Are the products,
Of words left unspoken.

We the doomed,
To walk this world in sorrow,
Still have hope,
Of a better tomorrow.

For that is all you left,
When you walked out of this place,
I wish I could stop,
The tears rolling down my face.

We the brokenhearted,
Raise our voices in pain,
Although we know,
It is all in vain.

We will march,
In our desolation parade,
All the while hoping,
The pain will fade.