Empty.
That is all I feel these days.
I have run out of energy.
Like a car with no gasoline,
or a fish bowl with no water.
Lifeless, and still.
There is nothing left of me,
but a void that needs to be filled.
Empty.
There are no tears to cry.
There are no smiles to smile.
There is nothing but a missing part of my soul.
Can it be filled?
Fixed?
I wonder and wonder,
but I continue to feel...
Empty.
YOU ARE READING
stuck in my mind // a collection of writings
RandomA combination of all my emotions and experiences pushed into a digital book.
