This pain is ripping my heart out.
And here I was thinking I could not longer feel.
I'm broken like the shattered glass there isn't any doubt,
It feels like I have stabbed myself with a knife of steal.
I love the ones who hate me more,
The ones I can not have.
And every person I adore
I feel I don't deserve.
I'm the broken one with shattered soul,
I'm sorry, I'm just a stupid girl who wanted to be friend,
And all over again this misery will live me void like a ghole.
With very little hope that there will be end.
to no one
© Copyright: Ирина Дрим, 2015
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