I've written of heartaches and other sad things
Of broken hearts and the pain that it brings
I've written of death and of those that grieve
Of women abused but too scared to leave

I've written of sorrow and people who cry
Of those who are cheaters and of those who lie
I've written of tears that can fill the sea
Of people that's lost their serenity

I've written of children that's lost their way
Of husbands and wives too jaded to stay
I've written of depression that people feel
Of those giving up for they've lost their will

I've written of love that didn't last
Of people who live their lives in the past
I've written of poets who spill their soul
Of many things that we cannot control

I've written of dying and of suicide
Of those who lose, even though they've tried
And though I've written of all this stuff
There's much more to say, I've not written enough