Deep Inside

Deep inside it pained,

For no medicine can heal it,

Feeling of dying feeled like a gate to outside,

Consumed to self,

Lost are the interest to talk to someone,

Their words would'nt fill up this hollowness,

Nor yours' could,

The broken pieces can not be binded again,

And broken trusts can't be mended again,

For lost things are hard to find again,

As time may pass, hope may be gone,

To find it again,

Soon it will replaced again,

Yet no one can fill this hollowness again,

Pain and pain is what now remains. . . .