White Hearts Are Always Broken. Poem by Anas Amsha

One hope, two, or maybe three.
Life keeps giving an illusions...
I was blind but now I can see..
the truth that leads to confusion...

to figure out this life you'll only feel pain..
and sorrow will lay into the depth of your heart..
troubles will pour like heavy rain..
the line of happiness will end, and never start.

Why people act so cruel with a terrifying mood..
like the mercy from their hearts has been taken..
Really should we do favors and good? ?
Because white hearts are always broken.