Don't ask me what is it that I want.
I don't want.
I can't want.
I can't hope.
Only hearts plead for something.
Something called Love.
Only hearts want,
Only hearts hope.
But I have none.
All I have is pieces of what it once was.
A heart that pulsed for you.
Something that gave me feeling.
Now I cannot.
I can't feel.
I can't love.
I can't want.
I have no heart to plead,
I have no one to plead to.
I am as empty as nothingness,
And nothing doesn't want anything.
For simply,
For merely,
It is just,
Nothing.
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Poems of Pain and Solitude
PoetryFor every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every per...
