I wish I could do more,
To take way your pain.
I would take it for myself
so you wouldn't have to bear it.

You say I'm the resident genius
The one who can do anything.
But, answer this:
Why can't I heal your broken heart?

I can stitch up wounds and cast broken arms.
Yet when it comes to the serious things,
Like broken spirits and fractured minds,
When my brothers suffer from mental trauma,
Why am I useless?

I wish I could do more.
I really do.


It's seems like when I'm in a lousy mood I write poetry. *shrugs* Oh well. Let me know what you think.