Have you ever felt like,
You're falling apart?
You don't know how these endless days,
Came to such an agonizing start?
You try so hard,
But don't amount to anything.
Everyday,
The same old thing.
You smile by day,
Cry by night.
Does my life have meaning?
This question brings fright.
To replinish your soul,
Tears are taken.
But there is no use,
You're left abandoned, forgotten, forsaken.
The tears stop,
The well but crust.
Your weakened heart,
Crumbles to dust.
YOU ARE READING
Crumble
Poëzie"Crumble" is one of the poems moved from my last account; AshesofaWillowTree. So if you're going through Deja Vu, that's it. It is also one of my poems that is actually based on real feelings I've gone through (I have a bad habit of getting depresse...
