I am weak
Under the tree of tears
Unfruitful sadness is dragging my sorrow
Meet the wounded heart with a dagger
Rusty blunt
Bitter cut was made in eyes
Blinded and broken
The same stab was given
In due love
The fallen I become
Many seasons
Your abandonment
Save nothing
Kill everything
Dry under the tree of deceits
Couldn’t wake up
Couldn’t make up
I am breaking up.
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I feel this, not everyone is able to love deeply and will cause us such deep pain. Nicely penned. Blessing dear friend.