The last thing I hold to my heart has been taken from me. I have no reason to live my life holds no meaning I have nothing to love or hold. I have nothing to live for. I'm scared that I'm starting to think of death and it's making me smile. I think this might be the end. If you don't hear from me tomorrow then you wont ever here from me again. Cause I'll be dead.
YOU ARE READING
The hard truth.
PoetryJust the hard truth no one wants to admit. But I admit the truth and tell you the truth flat out no lying.
