hopeless
My dreams have left me.
My eyes can only see the reality,
that has devoured me.
That has taken the love,
the laughter,
the hope,
that once clung to my soul.
It has torn me open
and licked clean my bones
of everything I held dear.
But it left the memory,
so that I may feel the pain,
the heartache,
the emptiness,
with each new face.
So that I may never know again,
what it is to believe,
to love,
to hope,
or to dream.