Dear Me,
I know your esteem has been trampled on
I know your boots' pervaded with sharpened thorn
your dream; shattered and your heart grinded to atom
everyone you love has either hurt you or more
And when you needed them is when they did abscond
Taking away your joy; departed... never to return
Emptied and depressed, your very being..s.. forlorn
Your emotions boiled and your feeling toyed
Those psych smile are a true sign that you are deformed
You tried to be strong; but your brokenness can't be restored
Your mind and heart doesn't seem to get along
Your soul quaver and your spirit mourn
But your face gets paler at the sight of those you adorn
You've done your all to be more in this world
You've loved and loved, and you've been loved times and more
Though you're dying now, but you're bound to be reborn
in the heart of those you truly love, you'd be martyr when you're gone