Short Depressing Poems

Drown and Bury

I was too busy drowning to realize I was not drowning alone

But there is nothing I can do now cause he's six feet under the ground.

I kid myself thinking I would've saved him
When my own lights beginning to dim.

If I had reached out a hand
We might have found rough land.

Hell can be tolerable
When to have become stable.

But no I did not save him.
I had buried his every limb.