Dear Reader,
Please consider,
That this poem
Gave hope to a poet.
This heart have suffered,
This mind have suffered.
My mind was depressed,
Which my heart couldn't digest.
To be honest,
It still is.
But my always helpful playlist
Showed me what the truth is:
Even if this heart is broken
It is still golden.
Cause what makes me be a human
Is to feel many things like a human.
I have suffered,
But I never hated.
For I rather pity the man
That show no sign of being human.
