I mourn
Soulless in ripped green flannel
I mourn
A living man I lost
My blind eyes groping as he pulled away
I mourn
The woman I have become
Bruised both inside an out
Fluffy pink scars announce my  pain
Like a boy on the  corner selling papers
I mourn
My own death
Slow and tedious
What more do I deserve
In the quiet hours that lie before me
I see only pain
I mourn
My life that started too fast
I trailed to keep up
But depression was a cinder block around my neck
I mourn
At the bottom of a sea
Tears I cried myself
I mourn