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EllLou wrote: My heart has broken into a million pieces in which I have long abandoned in any attemt to piece back together.
This life that I lead is no life at all. My heart has broken into a million pieces, [s]in[/s] which I have long abandoned in any attemt to piece back together. My stomach is empty, for food [s]shall[/s] cannot satisfy this ever wanting hunger that lingers deep in my soul. My sight has been blinded by this ever present pool of tears. I wallow in my solitude. I speak to no one; [s]for[/s] their words only bring me more pain (know how that feels). Empty. Empty is the only word to describe the way in which I feel.Thoughts may linger in my mind but I still feel empty. Bloodshed has pulled me down fast into reality (bloodshed? My God, was this person a serial killer? Man...). A reality that did not exist when he was here with me (this is a fragment). His touch that used to make life sweet is now gone. His gentle warm hand grazing down my neck and shoulders, his soft lips against my own (also a fragment, but not quite as offensive). The feeling used to linger after he was gone, but now it is lost. I feel it no longer. I long to remember. I yearn for a chance to feel that feeling in which I fear is gone forever. No, the feeling that deep down I know is gone and yet fear to admit it even to myself.
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