If I could carry a bag with all the feelings I am feeling now inside. There would be a large amount of sadness, childhood broken dreams, broken hearts galore, false intentions, fluffed with white lies and dark secrets. Childish games played by people too big to be playing those sorts of games, fake smiles and fake hugs, not sure if there was ever love in here....the spot for it seems empty and undisturbed. Hardly ever used. The richest part of this little bag that holds so much is so very empty and broken where it is supposed to hold the most important thing. All there is, is a trail of blood, a deep ache in my chest, and some keys missing.....
