My heart is but a shell,
a hopeless, broken home.
My love is dead and gone,
never for anyone to know.
My tears that could once fall,
must now stay locked inside.
My smile that once was bright,
never comes out from where it hides.
My beautiful soul once bright and shining,
has been reduced, and is slowly dying.
The happy little girl everyone once knew,
has gone away, yes she's through.
I died eight years ago,
with someone you will never know.
My heart will be forever broken,
but the scars I will never show.
Southern-Fallen-Angel Community Member 
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