What is love to a person with a broken heart but a feeling close to having a freezing knife being drove through it.
No peace in it , but a war of uncertainty and distrust.
There is no feeling greater than not feeling anything.
How dose one know when they are broken and no amount of love can fix the hole in their chest.
Of a feeling so alien,
We ponder on its true excistence and reasoning.
A heart so frigid and brittle,
A life full of abuse of these temporary cures that we call drugs.
We drown out the pain,
But the pain subsides deep inside.
Broken hearts we all share.
True melancholy.
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Darker Days
PoetryI am nothing and everything. The life I live is plagued with pain and fear. Poison runs through my veins and paralyzes me with the icy grip of loneliness. Absent of love and happiness, yearning for the sweet tender touch of the reaper to free me fr...
