Drip-Drop
Goes the tears
As the fall down my face
On their long journey of misery.
Falling... Falling... Falling
Leaving a trail of sadness in their wake.
Drip-Drop
Once they start,
They are never going to stop.
People have deceived me,
Backstabbed me,
Left me to fend for myself
In the darkness.
Left me afraid,
And they take all my light
When they promised they wouldn't.
Drip-Drop
Goes the bloody tears
Running down my back
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The Darkest Corner Of The Mind
PoetryPoems that I feel that everyone in a dark place or have been in a dark place can relate too. To depression, to telling your younger self to change it's way so it doesn't end up like you. If you have any recommendations to how I could improve it then...
