The end is coming,
I'm not waint for anything.
My dreams have got lost,
I've forgotten what love is.
I've tried to know
what is broken inside,
there is a shattered mirror
reflecting my ugly sides.
I'm so sorry about
the one I used to be,
I've looked for my real self.
If I have to die,
I just wanna know
if there's left
anything to feel.
YOU ARE READING
A broken soul
PoetryThis book is a collection of poems that speak about death, love, loneliness and all the emotions and feelings that we all feel.
