In reality there are NO words to describe the excruciating pain when he left.
Life was not worth to live anymore, living was not worth it.
At times I saw myself as nothing, worthless piece of nothing.
But I know that I never meant something.
And I never get tired of saying that I'm hurt.
Because I knew that deep in sorrow I was only meant to be hollow.
Destiny never was in my favor, but you never where my shining armor savior.
I could only say that I loved you, and words could never be enough.
October 1, 2013
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Three souls of mine
PoetrySo I'm basically writing this sort of poems based on my emotions and daily life. To help some of the readers understand what they are feeling. If any of you need advices or anything don't mind to ask.
