Laying in a bed thats so empty no one in it but me. The feeling of loneliness is such a fucking drag. Anyway heres a new poem.
The feeling of a cold winter in my bed with no one there to keep me warm. My heart still shatterd never been touched the pieces still scattered like a puzzle. Won't go together by its self maybe one day some one will take it up for now it just sits like un used toy left in the corner and just ignored no love to heal it no feeling or care just in pieces scattered everywhere. In hopes that one person will dare and try to fit it all together and love it once again but for now it will stay shattered without a care.
