A Sad Poem

Walking down the dark and gloomy road,
I quietly cry.
Walking past every dark and eerie house,
I wonder why.
Thinking of the ways you've damaged my soul,
I run my mind dry.
Why you do these things to me,
I don't know.
I try to ignore it,
I try to go with the flow.
As I write this poem, I weep.
I cry my forgotten soul to sleep.