Without you here
Damián Antón-Ojeda
Unloved, neglected, abandoned…
The pain I feel, without you here
So lost and alone… a withered flower of failure…
It kills me inside, every day as the unhealed wounds bleed inside me.. no one to love them… to mend them… to mend me… to mend my broken heart
And each day it gets worse… every second I spend screaming in this cold solitude becomes the agony cutting deeper and deeper into my heart
A heart torn beyond belief…