The Heartbreak

Some people leave us without any reason, We are left in treason. The memories remain as if in prison, Because they don't tend to erase with season. We slowly in our thoughts resign All those fake smiles we do design. Remembering those moments so pristine, we ourselves to our past assign. Slowly succumbing to depression, Habituating ourselves to aggression We lead our life with confusion, Wondering the reason for this intrusion. Losing eventually the smallest of perfections, We tend to malfunction. Our heart slowly slipping away to detention, We cry ourselves to sleep in desperation. Waiting if there would be any hope, But our conscience countering with a nope We do ourselves dope, With the drug called depression we cope.