This poem isnt really "sad" per say, but...
Trusted to make my own mistakes...

Upon a hill, I turn around
View my path, I look far down...

You watch her,
Through the crowded bar...

I hear the echoes in my head,
Draw my breath in...

A requiem, ode to long lost dream
Another truth, Small indecent scene...

Aspiring to be picturesque,
A photo of perfection that imagination projects...

I knew the pain would fizzle out,
That my broken heart would mend...

People don’t know it,
But, yes, I cry...

This poem is not main stream and many people will...
Would it not be shocking to look into a mirror...