How would you explain what a great beautiful waste,
That these tears fall from your eyes, cheeks and face.
Falling to the floor as you look up at me,
The loss of light in those once vibrant eyes making it hard to breathe.
The tick of time will eventually take its toll,
Leaving behind what used to be a warm and kind hearted soul.
The toll on me is far worse as I go over each verse,
The memory of you still clinging to me on this god forsaken earth.
Our loved ones who stood by your bed,
We're the ones to take the pain from your head.
But further the pain pushed and proceeded,
Until you thought your presence was no longer needed.
-mostly mine but a friend helped
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Depression Poems
PoetryThese are all my original poems and pictures. If you use them, please make sure to note that I was the one who wrote it instead of stealing it. They do have a trigger warning and thank you for reading.
