No air in my lungs
No beat in my heart
No more blood to be spilled
No more tears to be shed
No more warmth in my body
No other way to feel pain
Cause you declared war on my heart
Tore it out, ripped it apart
Why would you attack my heart
When I surrendered it to you
YOU ARE READING
The Pain Of Being Me
PoetryThe story of pain The story of struggle Of something so scary You keep yourself hidden in a bubble
