Jun 2016
I am like the broken ones,
The ones that are not whole,
Like pieces scattered round about,
The dust that once was gold,
I am like the broken ones,
Here in the dark I lie,
And even in my darkest hour,
I whisper my loudest cry.
The ones that are not whole,
Like pieces scattered round about,
The dust that once was gold,
I am like the broken ones,
Here in the dark I lie,
And even in my darkest hour,
I whisper my loudest cry.
I wrote this a while back when I was going through a dark depression.
