I am empty,
I have nothing left to feel.
You took all that was left of me.
I am hollow like a shell without its owner.
I am back to where I started
.
Another tangled web with no answer.
Why make the promises that you knew deep down I longed for?
Why the lies?
Telling me all the things I wanted to hear more and more.
Why me? Why not someone else?
I made things easy when I should have made them harder.
But now I am back to where I started.
Another empty space,
Another poem for the brokenhearted
I am hollow….
Hollow like the empty room with no furniture.
You stole all that was left inside.
No feelings, No cure,
Nothing left that’s pure.
I am hollow, cold and
Back to mistaken pride.
Sunday, June 8, 2008
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