Depressed Poetry

My heart is broken,

the love that once completed me,

now drains away, replaced with pain

my eyes overflow with tears.

I put my heart and soul

into something no longer worth it.

I see him sitting there,

happy as hell.

Why can't I be this way?

I ask myself

and I immediately respond,

knowing all too well

my unhappiness is too familiar

for me to venture anywhere else.

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