As
i cant feel anything
my hearts as good as dead
lost of beat
lost of motion
as my body continues
leaving behind the shattered pieces.
my mind is a blurr
discontinued from thoughts,
unable to remember
unable to process
troubled agony...
so good night to all
my life is at an end,
there's no hope
for a lost, hurt soul.
by
broken3heart3posted on 05/09/2008
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