As shattered dreams lie
amidst the fallen hope
like shards of glass
that resemble my broken heart
I see your cold, stony stare
and the rain pouring down around me
it gently washes away the pieces
of my own soul.
My body is just a shell
covering the emptiness
the loneliness has engulfed me
and taken me over.
For I am no more ...
without heart,
without soul
Nothing remains.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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