A Soul Filled With Mourn


And when the tears come rushing out

They find their way down to the ground

Upon the tombstone you’ll forever lay

If only you were able to stay


Within the cycle of life

Soul filled with mourn

An old willow has died

A new branch is born


Bittersweet memories encrypted upon my sleeves

The pain inside dwells like a disease

Intertwine the past as it lays in defeat

Sooner or later this body will lay in peace


Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741