empty and hollow
my body a shell
nothing living in it but a beaten and broken heart
scars from the past bleeding ones from the present
standing in the living wondering why i am still here
walking talking
but feeling nothing
just the ache
the ache from my bleeding heart
the constant and everlasting ache
hanging on for life
hanging by a rope
the heart slows to a stop
halting never to beat
never to feel the ache of heartbreak again
Angel Damian Rayn · Wed Apr 15, 2009 @ 07:08am · 0 Comments |