I lay here and think to myself. Cold, emotionlessly numb.. forgetting my pain as a lonely depression takes over my mind. My thoughts ring back to memories of those small happy days. When you and I laughed, we played, we held emotion. I miss those days when I would wake up with you beside me, that tiny spark when our lips met. Now as you have gone, so too did my compassion. My happiness, my will to interact in life. I have a hole where my heart should be, and only dead memories..
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Poems Of a Dark Angel
PoetryPoems I've made. Keep in mind , a lot of these may be depressing because my best work is when I'm about to have a mental break down . So if you can't Handel depressing things , don't read this book. ~ Jenx
