Nobody is what I really am
A shell with no soul
Wasting away in the world
Suffering a life with no heart or a purpose
Nothing is all I know, nothing is all I am
And nothing is all a nobody can be
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Poems of my torn Soul
PuisiI saw you for the first time,and fell head over heels for you For what seemed like forever we got to know each other Only for me to find out the truth, I've been used for the hell of it I kneel to the floor of my room, take out my knife and begin to...
