I was going through some of my stuff that I have...
A Seed...

Trapped in the glorious years
within the memory of belief, lost of all grief...

Depressed is a word,
That's is rarely unheard...

It was said that you were my Strong Tower,
Everything I needed was all in Your Power...

Barely breathing and slowly dying,
We all dealt without the crying...

Saying goodbye is the hardest thing ever,
Because we always said friends forever...

You told me you loved me,
But that was all a lie...

People have it all wrong,
I'm being someone I'm not...

Love does not last,
Or so I've been told...

Not knowing what the future would hold,
We decided to give it a try...

I have finally learned to say
Goodbye to the one I love...

This isn't really a poem, I just jotted down some...
Living life as if I had no problem, I walked up...