Treasure Island

Simone Huber

(29.11.89 / Munich)

wrecked soul


You can't escape from this pain
It seems like it will always stay
It doesn't matter now you feel
The pain is always there
If the feeling's hate or love
The pain hurts you deep inside
It won't leave you, while you're alive
You're too weak to die
So you have to stay
The pain will always be inside
You have forgotten what it's like to laugh
You haven't been happy or in love
Your soul is dead
Only your body's still alive
You don't understand why you
You and not anybody else
What have you done
What went wrong
You can't remember anything
That made fun
All you do is
All you feel
And all you feel is this pain inside
If you haven't ever felt this way
You can't imagine what it's like
When you soul's wrecked

Submitted: Sunday, July 15, 2012

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