The past

by Sam   Sep 3, 2005


I'm dying inside. There is nothing left to hide. The slices through my heart, bleeding again. No way to stop it. I'm bruised, scard for life. He took my love and never gave it back. The truth haunts my dreams, my every waking thought. No air to breathe. I'm suffocating inside myself. Constant reminders of what once was. I only wish for the past to dissapear. Take away my love for him, no matter how great it is. Make me hole again. Help me breathe that sweet fresh air, I at one time called life.

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