Taken by tears
Its hard to write
Because all I know
That round here, life is tight
Time keeps ticking
As the hours pass
Do you see,
The half full glass?
Your eyes are deceiving
Though on the inside your vexed
Your name depicted
On the silver winter hex
Your voice is as shaky
Within the contour of your face
I see that your morose
But not speaking, you held the ace
The blade you had
The things you wrote
That all would be revealed
Inside the bloody note
To me it was addressed,
And inside you said
Your hate for life,
Was over now, your dead
The mess you made
Lying on the floor
All your blood was spilt
Against wall, mirror, and door
The sight, I was silent
Fear seething in me
Down the wall
My emotion was as the sea
Crashing inside me
I know I felt your pain
It came as a squall, overwhelming
And I know I’m not the same
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