There's a hole burning into my heart,
A pain stabs through my soul,
An aching hurt that won't go away.
A pain spikes through my chest,
It slowly grows in size,
Killing me slowly from within.
The pain and hurt,
Grows steadily until finally,
I disappear into thin air.
©2008 ~ChelseaML
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a bleeding soul., nice piece