Emptiness was looking at yourself in the mirror and acknowledging that you will never be society's definition of perfect. You walk around like a corpse, feeling your soul fade away every second, and there is nothing to do about it. There is nothing you want to do about it.
Emptiness tasted like a gum that has lost it's taste. Yet you keep on chewing, because you're too lay to spit it out and take another one. Your mouth is disgusted by the taste, and you are torturing the muscles in your stomach by faking the thought of eating. You keep on chewing, just for the sake of it.
Emptiness sounds like your parents talking about your grades, and how they need to get higher. You have heard them talk about it so many times that when they open their mouth to begin to speak, you already mute out the words about to come out.
And that is how I feel, my love, every second of every day.
Empty.
YOU ARE READING
but my love (Wattys2014 Talk of the Town Winner)
Poetry❝for I am nothing but a statue watching you come and go.❞ she refuses to let go of him, he refuses to know of her existence
