I Feel Used, Unwanted
Dead Inside
Wishing I Could Go Back
I Miss The Old Days
The Old You
You Were My Everything
Slipped Through My Fingers Like Sand
Leaving Me Alone
Noone To Hold And Love At Night
Can I Go Back To Before You
So I Don't Get Hurt
So It Doesn't Hurt So Bad
I'm Empty Inside
Cracked No Value
Unwanted Unloved
A Broken Heart
A Broken Doll
YOU ARE READING
When reality hits your dreams
Poetrypoems I wrote over the years can't help but to write I'll tell you why
