Brokenhearted Quotes

This sweet-bitter scentIs still making me faintEnduring the painThat makes me insane.Trying to smile everydayTo hide the feelings I bearHide in bed and layPraying to ease the fear.The scent of perfumeIs the reason of my consciousnessIt wakens the inner loomAnd brings back the memories.

Feeling my own humiliation in my heart like the sharp prick of a needle.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky