All I know is emptiness.
Emptiness.
Emptiness.
Emptiness.
I have nothing inside but emptiness.
My heart is hollow.
My soul has run dry.
My will is slowly draining as we speak.
I'm alone in my own head,
Trapped by thoughts and images.
We've all been sad, but not all have been empty.
If I even get close to feeling joy,
Life turns it into a stab in the side and the joy races away from my grasp.
What have I done to deserve this?
All I know is emptiness.
Emptiness.
Emptiness.
Emptiness.
I'm supposed to do something with my life, right?
How can I feel if there's nothing to feel with?
How can I live when there's nothing to live for?
How can I love when there's nothing left to love?
All I know is emptiness.
Emptiness.
Emptiness.
Emptiness.
Nothing will change that.
Nothing will know that.
Nothing will feel that.
The hollow spot in me.....
Is me.
I am the hollow spot, the hollow spot is me.
What else can I know other than emptiness.
Emptiness.
Emptiness.
Emptiness.......
All I know is......There is nothing left inside of me.
The person filled with joy and passion,
Has melted away with their heart and soul in each hand.
Leaving me with darkness and despair.
And of course, you've guessed it.....Emptiness......
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PoetryI may not be the best writer but I get inspired easily so I need to let it out somehow. Wether it's through art or writing I need to escape. These are kind of depressing tk let you know. If you comment anything I try to comment back ad soon as I can...
