Is there anything left in this heart of mine?
Why is sadness all I feel?
There's no one left to be kind.
How did life my emotions kill?
A black hole is all that's left,
Where a heart did beat.
So many nights I have wept,
Now I can't even retreat.
The urge to run and hide begins,
I can't even find escape,
Have I committed that many sins?
Why is my mind filled with hate?
No one in no sane way,
No object catches my emotions it seems
Has this feeling come to stay?
Is this what life really means?
DW
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