Dreary and bleak is this day in June
Only is there half a moon
Reminiscent of my dejected heart torn in two
Lamenting so loudly mourning for you
This vulnerable soul below so low
Nothing is there left of me to show
Loving you, my most crucial mistake
I as imprudent as declaring “no longer am I fakeâ€
To the depths from marrow to bone
Depression devours throughout, eradicating this delicate clone
