The sorrow fills her up inside,
The sorrow makes her want to die.
Her eyes they sting from the tears she cried,
From the tears that come rushing down her face.
Her heart is broken, it shattered inside,
She's left to mend herself again.
To repair what others broke of her,
To repair the cracks within her heart.
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Poetry Collection: Volume 2
PoesíaA collection of Poems based on different aspects of life from health to love, to depression to nature
