I've heard enough melodrama to last a lifetime. So, for a cynical poem's sake, I decided to slip into depression overkill [haha. pun there.]
White clouds follow
Sun drifts through
Somber gray clouds
Stifle out anew
Rain struggles out
And falls as a tear
Like this I see
Reflected in mirror
When life has no goal
But smothering me
Why try to fight?
No hope I can see
If death is a secret
This promise I'll break
Over bridge, down street
A new vow I make
To shuffle through life
Seeking pity from all
Let me hate this life
'Til that bliss comes to call
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