Dark musings

I found this piece which i've written a few months ago in my comp. However, it is not about me nor anyone i know, i think. It is just some creative penning i do when i'm thinking alot.

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In the midst of the darkness
Sorrow fills the empty spaces
Not knowing how or why
All emotions have run dry

Thank you he muttered
For the things she have done
She cried silently
As the secret in her grows a tonne

Why the sorrow and the pain
He looked at the spot where she'd lain
Sobbing tears for the impossible future
More so for the hidden secret torture

I'm sorry was what she last said
He thought back now and knew she'd paid
Although not in the way he expected nor wanted
This is life, as was granted.