September

Елена Колобаева
No one suffer as I suffer,
No one loved as I used to.
My depth is utter,
My soul is brighter
And you no matter-
Just feel blue.
Your tears are blessings,
Your screams are songs.
Think you're depressing,
But only in words.
Dont compare such a mess,
For me it's nothing, has no sense.
And every victim things this way,
Without the shame and any delay.