Cycle of the Fallen


Crying in the bedroom

Ready to end it all

Bet you don’t know

How far you’ve made me fall

Your cruel words,

Those evil taunts,

All the things you said that I haven’t forgot


They’ve pushed me to the edge,

I’m standing on the brink

This is my goodbye, written in black ink

Black like the abyss in which I’m about to sink

You brought me here,

But you’re forgiven now.

I know it’s not your fault,

That someone took your kindness

And locked it in a vault.


You see, hatred is a cycle

That started long ago

With some person that

You don’t even know.


Now I will break this cycle,

Show you what you’ve done wrong,

Just know that you are your true victim,

And you have been all along.


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