Sadness fills this stoic heart
Heavier it grows with every blow
Beseeching ye of soft currents
Calming, as o'er me she flows
What wounds dost thou carry
And scars of everyday
Why hurt are you by every human?
What saddens you in every way?
No more a facade of stoicness
Weathered by humbling disgrace
Wallowing bowels of self-pity
Shames ye in to your filthy place!
Now under you ye truly carry [they say]
Catharsis for thine soul
Just reach down - [a heart asundered]
No your heart won't really know
Why [does this heart] cry in sleepless nights
Whats makes thee go insane
Is this life so sad you wonder?
Is it worth living with this shame?
Turned around out of living hardship
Ye be fallen by the wayside
If living isn't living what be it be?
Anything but surviving suicide?
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