Love is gone*

When I broken into a millon of peices no one will ever be able to put me back together. I have been shot down, ridiculed, and laugh at, and hated. I dont think I could ever help myself to trust or LOVE someone ever again. Love is a blessing, and I dont ever think I will be blessed. Love is life and I dont ever think I will have the life put back into me. Love is passion and I dont have any passion or ever will. Love is your soul and that is why I am dead from being lied to, laughed at, and any other way i can think of. Love is the world but that is not where I will ever be. Love is two people who care about eachother and I dont have anyone to care with so I dont have LOVE.