My poor aching soul!!!

My poor aching soul.
It hides far from the surface.
Curled up and wounded,
Behind an endless reminder.
A waterfall of my painful tears...

Now, for every drop that falls,
It fails me even more...
The sorrow, and loneliness,
The heartbreaks, and pain,
Manipulation pours down grief...
Lost memories,
Lost trust,
Lost hope,
Lost life.

Promises that aren't kept,
The one who just didn't trust,
False accusations,
Truth so scarce,
Low self esteem,
Too many letdowns,
Cannot look up...
Down I'll stay,
Glued with fear...

So here I am in my little cave.
With my poor aching forsaken soul...