Each Tear; A Memory

Depressed Poetry

Six years and still haunted

memories surrounding me

holding me captive

when will it ever end?

these tears flow freely

each drop: a memory

of that torture chamber

I thought i had escaped

this pain I can no longer take

my life is in ruins

i've shed too much blood

and too many tears bcuz of you

I hate you, yet you still insist

on standing there claiming that you love me

how much more of this

can one person take?

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