I'm reaching out to you
But my hand is empty and cold
You keep breaking me down
I can't keep track of my pieces anymore
I know you're tired of the pain
But I can only tell you the truth
I'm out of glue
from trying to fix me and restore
I can't fix you anymore
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Collection Of Depressing Poems I Wrote At Late Hours Of The Night
PoetryA collection of poems I have written, most are depressing
