It's not my heart that hurts.
It's my soul.
My lonely, empty, broken soul.
My mind will survive.
But, my soul will always be damaged.
It doesn't matter how much.
It's enough to make me feel
powerless.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 3:04 PM UTC
It's not my heart that hurts.
It's my soul.
My lonely, empty, broken soul.
My mind will survive.
But, my soul will always be damaged.
It doesn't matter how much.
It's enough to make me feel
powerless.