#widowed
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?
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 3:39 PM UTC
I wanted to show you my heart but it left my world tearing apart I don't even wonder why I feel unwell I don't wonder why exist in this world
May 20, 2025
May 20, 2025 at 4:05 PM UTC
La belle femme Indienne aime un soldat,
Le soldat est mort dans une guerre féroce guerre,
La femme Indienne a été laissé seul et veuves,
Elle porte maintenant un chiffon blanc.
A White Cloth
The beautiful Indian woman loves a soldier,
The soldier is dead in a fierce gun battle,
The Indian woman is now lonely and widowed,
So she wears a white cloth nowadays.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 1:09 AM UTC