You feel me?
It is you who felt the pain, when people acted as stone!
Melancholic days you live, i know you're chilled to bone!
Tons and tons of grief you carry, effortless you make it look!
With so many distinct stories, you, yourself are a book!
Tears aren't your friends but frequent are their visits!
You may think you have boundaries, my dear you have no limits!
Hefty is your heart, unbearable is that sorrow!
Is there despair left, which i can borrow?