Maybe... just maybe love wasn't meant for me. Or maybe it kinda just... didn't need me I guess. It just dozed off and left me with nothing... left me stranded .... love is just an unsatisfied word. You never know what it holds, what it may bring to you. You never know the pain it leaves behind. It's an urge in the train of thought. Something unique. Non made of. It holds the future. It lifts you up and brings you down. Love is a type of passion. Something you can't get rid of, or take for granted. It will always be there. Maybe to haunt you or secure you. Honestly, what is love? Is it a game? A prize? What if you never have love, where would you be? Maybe love wasn't meant for some of us. Right? Maybe we were born to be something small. Something lonely and unwanted. Some of us have the world upon our toes. Some of us wake up to the love of our life. But,what do us others have? We're alone. Love just wasn't meant for us. Love is just a word to us, not a feeling..... .. .. .
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The Mask Of Depression
PoesíaMy life. My story. Little words. Huge meaning. The thought of being empty and lost in life. The pain lingering within. The mask that you wear so no one may know the pain that is faced by the solider who wears it. The short stories to make you cry. T...
