Theft

There has been a theft

There is nothing left

Everything is gone

I have nothing to lean on

 

They came during the night

And took everything right

All the things I count on

All of its been withdrawn

 

I am all alone

With nothing on my side

The thief is my own

I have heard him cry

 

He takes all that's bad

He takes all that’s good

He takes all you had

He takes all you would

 

Nothing is left

Nothing is right

Hear my lament:

Depression stole my light

This poem is about: 
Me

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