Numbness and ache
over take
this empty shell
in which became my hell.
No one can save me now,
not that they would try.
No one would want to
figure out how;
they'd just watch me die.
I feel nothing more
than the tears hidden
within my core.
I will stop these tears I shed,
since your soul remains undead.
Your hate and cold won't make me tear,
for now I know that you don't care.
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Penned to Inspire (Move Forward)
PoezieThis is an ongoing series of poems for others to relate to and to bring you inspiration to move forward, stay strong, and to be able to have something to relate to. Enjoy. :3
