Found you in a garden of my sorrows, as you were, meant to be, buried there!
I’d saved, ALL my sorrows, for you, because, I’d, given you my heart, and, you were, gone from me, leaving me with this, feeling of despair, emptiness, hollow sense of nothingness on the inside.
Found you in a garden of my sorrows, I’d tried to ask you something, but, the words got, muffled, and, as I’d opened up my mouth to speak, nothing came out of me.
not my photograph…
Found you in a garden of my sorrows, because, all of my sorrows, I’d, saved, for you. You’d become, the SOURCE, of, ALL of my miseries now, and, I blamed you, for this bad feeling inside! Found you, in a garden of my sorrows, you were, within, my arms’ touch, and, with one touch, you’d turned into, ashes and dust…
I’d, spread your ashes, in a garden of my sorrows, I will never, get over losing you, and, remembering how long you’d, suffered, before you died, it’d just, made me, regret losing you more than ever these days!
Found you, in a garden of my sorrows, I saw you, for the very final and last time that day, as I, walked out, as I’d, turned around, for one final, last look, at this wasteland I’d, created, for myself to live in, for so god damn long, it’s time for a change, and I know it too………
watched over by the angel of grief, not my photo still…
Life, the Obstacle Course 