Broken People

We live in a world with broken people
Some see them and some don't
We row down the stream of life
Only to wave at those who drown in life's bitter sea
We say we feel sorry, but yet what does that entail?
That you wish to switch situations?
Or that you wish to help?
We act as though its too late for them
Casting them out, only giving them apologies
Pain comes to my heart to know that these are the lucky ones
The broken that get words
For the other broken,they get cast out
Looked down upon by all
Told to never be like them, to be better
How is this so?
We live our lives and tribulations hit us
Each different from the last
Those who are sinking in this river are therefore lost?
How can this be?
Water hasn't even entered their lungs
And yet
We degrade them as animals
No one sees the pain an suffering
Only the substance that they use
The violence that approaches them
When others rise to shine light in this dark corner
We still see neglect, ignoring the situation
Blaming them for not getting out in time
And yet they are still not lost
Is this what we do?
Is this all we can do?
We know this isn't
But who would take heed to our cry?
For societies concern, we are only kids
Kids who know nothing