To the Unlovable:
The sense of being unloved is in its self empty.
That unneeded, unwanted feeling when you’re hurting inside.
The pain of Love runs deep,
The pain of UnLoved runs even deeper, like burns from the pits of Hell.
It leaves scars that never heal, a heart never mended.
Use those scars to remind you of Love past.
But never as a way out of being Loved again.
Love feeds off of your soul, someday your soul will return to you.
And so will Love. Maybe not in this life, but then again
I believe in an after life, and things not of this world.
TheUnLoved
