I am not one percent hurt.
I am one hundred percent broken.
I don’t
I hate myself for that.
I am not heartbroken.
I miss my heartbeats.
I don’t cry.
I miss my dimples.
I
I miss the person I was, when I was with you.
I don’t feel lonely.
Now,I don't live, I just exist.
KKG
8 comments:
Oh my, why the depression?
It's good though, the emotions ring true.
haha ...some mixed feelings penned down in the lecture hall..thats all! :)
The world's a crowded place for most people. Yet people find their place! That's what they call the "art of living".
:)
It takes so much patience and perseverance to master that art of living.
Exactly my sentiments right now! Misery does love company. ;)
hope to see you active on blogosphere again.
As time passes, you will see that there are much more things to worry about.
Walking through an emotional wreckage is a difficult task.
May the force be with you.
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