Nobody understands,
like the toys in my hands,
but the toys have long since gone,
and i've been alone,
...
hate is like poison,
seeping into my veins,
corroding my heart,
rotting my soul,
...
Every time I get knocked down,
I always get right back up,
but I'm struggling to get back up these days,
and my wounds are taking longer to heal,
...
No Communication!
No communication
No affection
No romance
No passion
No respect
No trust
No love
No hope
No future
I've been thinking about it for some time now, and I give up, we are finished. I've almost got to the point where I feel nothing, so I'm moving on, before I turn bitter. Take care...