1 April 2012
Stained [Poem]
My Heart and Soul… stained. Stained with pain, and scars of lost memories. Stained from things thrown at me. Stained from the life I could've had, taunting me; every second of every day. My Heart and Soul… stained from emotions I can hardly feel. My life is stained, effected so much. Now daily I cry, I just want to lay down and wait for my end. My Heart, My Soul, My Life… stained. Just because of one word. "Bye." That killed me. Now I am stained… forever.
Stained • Opuss № I