Dying On The Inside Poem by Deadly Sacrifice

Dying On The Inside



Hollow. Lonely. Bare.
Lifeless. Vacant. Void.
You feel like your empty,
like you've died on the inside.

It's like you don't even have
a soul, a heart, a mind.
Numb is all you feel,
not even pain anymore.

You've died on the inside and now,
your nothing but a hollow shell.
You were never the same,
and now you have nothing.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
James Mclain 06 December 2008

The ice cream is still here...have some....

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