I’ve forgotten how it feels
 To be in love
  Pain shoots through me
   Like a thousand small blades
        
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        It cant be easy 
love makes pain
but regret makes long stories 
they can't hate and love
        
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Since i was really young i've always loved to read. I loved symbol and dark stories.The stories eventually got me thinking if i could write something like it. So i entered my room at age 11 with a jornal and three books.Collections of edger allen poe, works of William Shakespeare, Book of poems.When i came out i held my first poem ever... and it sucked :))
                    Forgotten
                    
                    I’ve forgotten how it feels
 To be in love
  Pain shoots through me
   Like a thousand small blades
    Cutting me apart
     Ripping me to pieces
      Cutting, clawing, pulling, slitting
       The loneliness never felt so full
        Filled with screams, cries
         Pain, sorrow, anger
         My breath leaves
          But it never return’s
           I struggle to breath
            Blood flies
            Flesh burns
             The tears never come
             I call for them
              Yell and scream for them
               But none come
               The room feels cold
                Yet I feel burned
                 The ground dissipates
                  I fall
                  So far I feel the warmth of hell
                   I crash
                    Destroyed
                       Gone…
                

 
                    