I used to sit on that side
With people I could trust
I was pretty much contented
But things were to readjust

Upon entering a new situation
Things might stay the same
But, alas they crumbled
To not be the same again

For a while it persevered
But things began to change
I tried to bring it back
But that was slight derange

I stuck with it for a bit
I had nothing to fall back on
But the broken, was indisputable
Like the Gospel according to John

Content changed to depression
Depression to a Suicidal thought
After several failed attempts at that
My heart began to rot

After a period of isolation
Something turned around
I couldn’t help but notice
That thing that I found