Death and despear always together,
Tears and hurt go hand in hand...
Jack and Jill went up the hill
to fetch a pail of water...
Seconds to meltdown and no one seems to
notice unstable, volatile, combustible me...
In the years gone by
I've come and gone...
At the age of 24,
I was crying sitting at the angle of the door...
In the land of solitude
I got no love, no quiver...
In the darkest dreams of night
beholds a symbolism in truth...
I hate that YOU put me here,
In this depressed mood...
Watch my face,
as it morphs into...
The words you engraved into my heart
Are forever there...
Oh curses of my mind
Shredding and tearing...
Do, you remember when...
It was hard to say...