All those souls fallen to sorrow
All those hearts lost to hope, forsaken by Faith
The sadness of the fall ,300 feet high letting go of the pain
300 feet of letting go all the sadness, what did they cost you?
when you finally get to Where your going, where the fall takes you
Falling into that sleep the sleep of the dead,sliping away
Do you wake up where you intended to go? ,Does it all became a dream, the fall, this life?
Yet i am trying to see the goodness in your words
without those cold eyes of despair, without regret
I am trying to be here in this hollow grave filled with darkness
Amidst this rains, Taking all that I could have ,all that I have
I understand again the meaning of sacrifice ,I am gutting my heart out to you
Am giving it to you with the little worth that couldn't be tested in the cold, In its rot I cannot understand the choice you gave .
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Depression
PoetryFirst piece out of 30 poetry pieces under notes unsaid "Memoir of Depression"