What can one do when it feels empty inside?
Once passion is lost,
and so is the drive to stay alive.
I've lost the fire within me,
the desire in my heart,
and the spark in my eyes.
I've killed the voice inside my head,
the angel by my side.
I've shattered my chances at life,
and what once was a soul.
And now, I'm as cold as a corpse,
and no flame can ignite me back.
I'm too far gone,
so let death take its toll.
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Behind Her Eyes: A Collection of Poetry.
PoetryHere are my words, thoughts, and most importantly, all the feelings I burry. I've finally gathered the courage to share them, and to share a part of me. Here are the thoughts that visit me through the night put into words; of all there is to fee...
