All Way Down | Poem

What I tell you anymore honest,

I knew all way down what you were,

I wish I could change the sickness,

Right you are and right you were,

The broken is looking the space,

Where it get what given earlier.

Liebe, I call the name of a deadline,

Nothing I wish to create, just to destroy,

It happened again like it happens everyday,

There all way down hide yourself in words,

Build that hatred you once given,

Wastage never cease the mind of brokenness.


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