There was this life that I once had,
Where I was often happy and seldom being sad,
Now I'm always depressed instead of being glad,
Remembering the life that I once had.
I am just an empty shell with no soul,
A body that cannot be called a temple,
So broken and lost and calls,
Out my own soul that left it's shell.
Days passing by,
Always a different day,
But my feelings of wanting to cry,
Doesn't really change at all.
I'm always hurting still,
I wake up and do the things life does,
I don't know if it's my will,
I mean right now my life feels something I once had...
BINABASA MO ANG
Depths Of Thoughts
PoetryEverything that is published within this book are all made by me. All the poems are composed by me. This is a collection of poems :)
