21 November 2012
I cry a lot,
Tears run down my face.
My face is wet,
Eyes are red,
No longer having grace.
The tears I shed,
Have so much feeling,
So much I regret,
So much guilt.
My happiness is peeling.
I am a shame,
I am weak,
I close my eyes,
Try to think
Of all the good things that I seek.
Opuss № I