today

my walls crumbled

 

every now and then

I remember

 

no one to talk to

no one to look

out for me

 

I am damaged goods

 

the condensation

on my glass

reflects  my mood

 

my glass

cries for me

 

every now and then

she’s supposed

 to look down on me

 

wheres the hand

that supposed to help

 

many nights

I cursed God

for taking her away

 

and the pain

he wreaked  upon me

 

But she achieved her

dream and died

 

my walls crumbled

like condensation

on a glass

 

 

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