Death, sadness, cutting, hurt
one last happiness spilling forth
down into the waters below
her last crimson tear will flow.
It is the end, all can see
there is no hope left to live
she’s sunk in such unbearable pain
and I have nothing more to give.
Can’t mend the scars, can’t heal the pain
I see her going slowly insane
happiness here, madness there
not quite with us, that is plain.
Spiraling downward like a leaf
falling fast from sanity’s tree
a million thoughts rip her mind
it saddens, and it angers me.
But who am I to meddle thus
in what I do not understand?
Too late now that her mind is gone
do I again touch her hand.
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and only time will prove me right...
this is beautiful, perfect, either i know what you are talking about, or i dont but it sounds familiar
anyhow, great write and best of luck
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