Torn by a love I can not have.
Ripped open in the middle of the nite.
vital life oozes out of exsistance.
slowly I feel the rot begining to cure.
with this life there is no love.
No love for me within this life.
saddened by my own waste.
Time has flown and can not be recaptured.
What Have I Done to myself that has left me
in this wallowed life without love.
There is no one for me, that can handle me,
love me, cherish me for who I am, and what I have become.
Never will there be someone for me
there is no one left for me,
so I sit here and watch as the remaining life gets squished out of exisitence.
No No, there is no love; Only heartache.
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