Crushed
I was feeling really low one nightFallen upon blended knees, she wails her sorrow into the frozen night air. Why does she bother, she does not know. The more she bares her heart to another and is rejected, a tiny part of it shrivels and dies. Till one day nothing will be left alive. She will be cold as ice and hard as stone. She feels damaged, broken, beaten and torn. She has much love to give but no one will accept her gift. The light slowly fades from h...