Depleted I am
So full of sorrow
I can not seem to grasp
this concept I create
To wash away the problems
to wash down the conflicts
I am your mentor
kept tight in your hands
I fight, I brawl, your are wisked away
At first I am like a diamond
sacred and spectacular
But after we talk
I am just trash
From my birth I have been your flower
giving a loving thought, but only
till I am dry
How can I help, by leaving me with you
please let me help, your better with me
then the problems I give you.
