For days I have been silent
Not out of fear or shame but out of loss
The loss of the ability to love
The loss of who I was, the me inside the careing soul
That is lost
I try to re start what is lost
I try to feel but im dead, dead inside
No more love than an executioner
Less of a life than a zombie
I simply go through each day remoresful of what I can no longer be
I have no more words just shame
Begone
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 9:42 PM UTC
For days I have been silent
Not out of fear or shame but out of loss
The loss of the ability to love
The loss of who I was, the me inside the careing soul
That is lost
I try to re start what is lost
I try to feel but im dead, dead inside
No more love than an executioner
Less of a life than a zombie
I simply go through each day remoresful of what I can no longer be
I have no more words just shame
Begone
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