• Empty feeling.
    A laugh, a hug, a warm touch.
    Even a tear is welcome. A sob, anything but what I have now.
    Tired of sighs, tired of trying.
    Wanting to care. Wanting to feel something. But inside all I am is hollow.

    You’re gone now. A mere memory.
    Yet I do not cry. I do not feel.
    I am nothing. It wasn’t you. It was my own self that betrayed me.
    My mind wandered. Eventually thinking: whats the point? I am hollow.

    I don’t think of taking my own life. I never will. Everything is able to be saved.
    But how? Where is the discovery of feeling? To know that something effects you.
    To know you can cry. To feel heartbreak. To feel love, warmth, happiness.
    Not to be an empty shell. To be full. Overflowing. Spilling out some because you just can’t hold it all.
    Being whole again.
    Not being hollow.