Destruction
Depression leads my life a stray
These thoughts in my mind
Grow cold and grey
As the color fades
My lips go pale
The taste of love
Has become stale
So vial and I’ll not speak
For my body now
Has hit its peak
As weak as I am
I try with all my might
Even though I could never
Put up a fight,
To question doubt
To relook fate
To know that love
Has become hate
Copyright © Nichole Anderson | Year Posted 2011
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