Subtle sunshine,
Streams through my window,
Sitting on my billowing bed,
I cry.
Cry for me,
Myself,
And I,
For my almost wasted life,
Of hurt,
Pressure,
And broken love.
I think about,
All i have hurt,
All who i have left,
Loved,
And lost.
So much lose,
And not enough gain,
So much remorse,
So much pain.
A can't see the end,
Nothing can mend.
Only time can heal my broken
Spirit,
Broken soul.
I feel as though,
There is something gone.
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