December 5, 2011
By Anonymous

There's just nothing left.

My heart has bled from every corner
telling you how I am her.
I’ve given every bit possible.
My veins are cold, yet it’s unstoppable.

Now there’s nothing left.

Every night I’ve cried an ocean
filled with creatures of loving notions.
I’ve tried to stop and control my breathing,
but I jerk and keep on grieving.

Now there’s nothing left.

I’ve no more blood, my heart is drained.
I’ve no more tears, my eyes have dried.
No longer do I shake when I grieve.
No longer do I long for your love.

There’s just nothing left.

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