i feel empty.
i'm breathing,
but i still don't feel alive.
and i can't live like this.
how am i supposed to be okay,
when the one i love,
tortures me daily?
seeing him,
with her,
laughing and smiling.
that is torture.
loving him,
is torture.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
journey
Poesíathis is my story. my journey. my journey to true and genuine happiness. this a journey of emotions. you will see how i grow overtime. this is my feelings on certain issues that affect us all. its a journey to peace and happiness. its my journey
