The drops that fall from the sky,
just like how it drips through my hands,
having a disgusted walk through the streets
knowing no end for it.
My hands are washed away but,
OH! LOrd my guilty heart
wish i could take a sleep but, never to wake up,
wishing that one day i could run from this heartless fate, i never wished.
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Author:
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- Comment from author about the poem: i just wrote this poem, not from an experience but, knowing that their are people who have experienced it.
- Category: Sad
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