Something About Broken Heart Poem by hannah galuba

i am a traveler
i'm traveling through lands of my soul.
the better i know myself
the deeper is felling of the loneliness
hundreds of friends
no even one who's true.
killing myself piece after piece
just to get an answers to unspeakable questions.
losing myself in ideal, unreal world of my imagination.
existing for dreams
burning dreams every single day
the same as it was the day before.
the only thing that's real is raintear dribbling on my chick.
the worst thing in the lifetime is emptiness
lonely heart tring to be up to bear all failures and happiness
of the owner, just by itself.
pin chips deeply inside this little poor thing
hurt it everytime it's filling in with hope.
no matter how it's gonna be good
the scars on the heart
will be always wading
with the brook of blood
not letting to forget.
forget the past.