There is a person
Who goes through life,
Without a heart,
And without a soul.
He goes through life
As dead as a corpse,
Because he feels nothing inside
Only the cold of the Arctic.
He is always feeling abandoned
Because of how others treat him,
He feels that he will no longer have to wonder
If he even had a soul to begin with.
This person has gone through life
Feeling nothing at all,
But the one true feeling
Of a lifeless soul.
at times i feel like this bc of the way ppl treat me very nice poem
good poem... u write well...keep it up wolf or should i say shapeshifter lolz jk jk...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hell? Really?