I am learning how to love,
Yearning, desiring, aspiring
To get something for me
I have burned myself to the bone
Touched fire with my bare hands
I wish I knew a limit
Secrets, secrets,
I wish I held myself close
I am tearing the past apart
God forbid me to hope
As I only see my bones now
As I have burned myself out
To keep others safe and sound.
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Melancholia
PoetryMelancholia • A mental condition characterized by great depression of spirits and gloomy forebodings.
