"I'm dead inside." "Great same." ________________________________ 130th in Poem [180909] Completed as of [040119]

written poems that my heart whispered to my broken hands as they typed at eerie hours of the night.

The heart is a fragile thing. Made to be taken care of. So it can grow. And when it is ready to love well. If you drop the heart it will shatter. It's the truth.

depressing poems, caused by my life