It's gone.
To never be found again.
My soul. It's been ripped out of me.
I wonder around lifeless.
Replying every moment someone
Took a piece. And all I can do
Is simply watch.
Just sitting there.
Watching.
Watching as they tore.
My soul
Piece
By
Piece.
Till it has vanished.
They laughed at me.
They don't care.
Why would they?
They are so consumed with themselves.
They are blind to what they do.
After all it doesn't affect them.
Now I'm forced to wonder hoping to gain life again. But for now I'm
Lost
YOU ARE READING
fighting for my sanity
Poetrywe all have those days that we wanna scream and shout about everything In life
