My loved one has gone the pain is beyond tears and words No-one can release me from the torment that remains what is there left but an empty world? Life becomes a torturous sentence and the realization that grief is the price of love
There are things I have that I can’t see, Things that change inside of me. What, oh what, can those things be? My feelings!
I search each dark corner hoping, just hoping, for a healing beam of light Tell me, what is it like when the bottom falls out of your world? When life ceases to have any meaning when your heart breaks in two and there seems no reason to go on