Maybe Poem by Nisho Olme

My world left a hole when it hurt me that day,
When it took both my friends and my good times away,
And the spirit that's left in this cold empty shell,
Is a spirit that died when its last angel fell.

The sun doesn't kill all the darkness inside,
And the shadows it left are not places to hide,
They're broken down hostels of sorrow and loss,
From a happy young life that has lost all its gloss,

And, when all of the longing is drown in your lies,
Then maybe, just maybe, I can say my good bye's.