You broke me,
you built me up and tore me down...
The sound of rushing
traffic zooms behind me...
"I'm sorry" was all they could say
Regardless of their good intentions...
They lift my legs.
Left. Right...
This letter had been penned
With ink that dripped from...
2014-06-27 03:31 AM
To all of you whom the sunlight reaches...
They tumble off the page,
... letter...
She says I'm a son of the city
we're battling in. It's inscribed...
I am constantly chased by great depression.
I live through life with great aggression...
They abused her kindness for long enough
That her heart has turned so cold...
Nothing more to write,
nothing much to say...
From the bowels of depression
grow sepia buildings tall...