Sometimes I feel empty
like I'm not really here
sometimes I feel broken
and I can't seem to heal
my heart is heavy
soul is missing
I can't take this silent anymore
it's deafening
I feel so cold
like I never had a soul
It feels like my mind is gone
I'm like a zombie
Not thinking
Not breathing
Just following my instincts
I feel like I'm stuck in muck so deep it covers my face
I'm trying to breathe but the muck invades my nose and mouth and fills my lungs
Am I dying?
Yes
I am dying a slow and painful death
I'm dying on the inside
Dying on the outside
I'm just an empty shell
All I am is empty
yes
I am empty.
- Author: Cynthia Whittaker (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 4th, 2018 08:57
- Comment from author about the poem: Sorry it's so short and I haven't posted in a while I have been busy with summer plans and now school but I will try to post more.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 23
Comments1
wow! this is really great...relatable in some ways too
Thank you
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