I feel it all the time, eating away at me.
It hurts my heart, breaking it down slowly.
These feelings never end, they're with me all the time, torturing me endlessly, making me regret being alive.
My heart has felt so much of it, that it has shriveled up. My heart is now a shell of what it once was.
My heart is empty, now. It became empty the moment you died, life without you feels impossible.
What is my purpose, anymore?
What is my life even worth, when all I feel is pain every single moment, of every single day?
yet another "poem" about my fiancée, she was the best part of my life. after her death i wrote many poems about her, maybe too many. but my therapist said it would be a good way to cope with things, so here it is. hope you enjoy it. i will be away for the rest of the day now, be well.
