Sometimes, it just gets old.
Seeing everyone around me,
In each other's arms.
It's meant to be,
For them.
But I'm meant to be empty.
That's just how it goes.
Gotta hide an emptiness no one knows.
Can't let it show.
I can't tell him.
I'll just be reminded.
He's happy and I'm empty.
Reminded he left me behind.
So while everyone's happy,
I have to pretend.
Pretend I'm not empty..
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Poetry by Luxy Suicidesx
PoetryJust a bunch of poems I wrote, covering several things I've went through in my life. Love, heartbreak, rape, depression, suicidal thoughts, cutting. Poetry is the best form of self expression. And I've been doing it for 5 years. So I guess it's time...
