I love how they say it's hard to breathe.
And how it feels so hard to sleep.
I think I feel the same way.
But I'm not warm.
I'm cold.
I'm empty, and I feel like I shouldn't be alive.
Because maybe someone else can fill my shoes.
Easily maybe.
It's not so hard, to feel nothing.
But oh of course the rage doesn't leave.
It's "here to stay"
What a joke.
What laughter .
Oh how I wish I could laugh.
But I cannot.
I keep shattering.
Maybe I'll be "fixed"
But the tape peels away.
The glue looses hold.
And the glass falls to the,
Cold.
Hard.
Floor.
The bottomless pit.
That is full of emptiness.
It's funny as you might say.
So funny that I might laugh.
A cold, bitter, bark.
Funny,
As you say.
