Take a second to think,
Without one blind of an eye.
Aren't you at the brink?
Ready to fall at one little cry.
Not being able to take in anymore pain.
It's all part of a chain.
A bunch of people here and then some.
All joined together by the depression.
They want to make one last confession.
Nobody out there is true blue.
In the end, everybody will leave you.
It's a good poem. Well done. You have to lift your head, and be strong, and then you'll see that there are people out there who won't leave.. I promise, sooner or later, it will be better for you. Good write, though, hunny. xx