Emptiness
That's what I feel.
It's like the world is going on
But I'm stuck in this hole.

I can't get out.
I can't breathe.
Why do I feel this way?
Empty.

It's not sadness,
It's not pain
It's nothing.
I feel nothing.

Nobody notices
Nobody asks why
Nobody asks about the cuts
Nobody.

Nothing motivates me.
Nothing makes me happy yet-
Nothing makes me sad.
Nothing.

The worst feeling in the world-
Is not feeling at all.
Everything is happening around you
And you're not there.

you lead
i follow
you run
your speed
i can no longer keep up
you're living
i'm sinking
you're shining
i'm fading
you were the compass
but now i'm more lost than ever

If a wood is quiet enough,
leaves falling from trees
sound like feet shuffling,
sneaking up behind me.

I ponder a fall morning.

With a shushed mind,
stark silent as this fall morning,
I can hear the whispers from within
telling myself the truth.

i wish my love was enough
to pay the sea so its waves
could take me to where you are
i wish my love was strong enough
to move mountains and planets
to make our universes align
i wish i could love you enough
to end the growing miles between us

She was there, he was there.
They were almost there.
Not until the night crumbled.
Blurred with the pouring rain.

She is still there, but he wasn't.
He was gone, left her breathless.
But she is still there.
In the cloudy night, waiting the wind swallow her souls.
She hope it can make her feel better.
But in the end, she will always be there.

Waiting, all she can do is waiting.
It doesn't matter how hurt it is.
Doesn't matter if she can't feel her legs anymore.
Doesn't matter how far it is.

Under these stars, she waits.
She waits for him to comeback.
To feel his warmth again.
To hear his jokes.
To hear his heartbeat.
To make sure he is still alive.
Even though she knows, he is no longer there for her.

But she will always be there.

Her eyes tell a story
That will never pass her lips
To speak it means it's real
And denial is all she has
So she buries the pain
Lets it harden
And the coldness within her soul
Keeps her going.

Everyone has an addiction
Believe it to be true, or fiction
It could be money or power
Drinking after work at happy hour
New timbs or the new Jordan shoes
**** it, get a couple more tattoos
Everyone does something to get through tough times
You just have to read between the lines
Getting blackout drunk
Over eating junk
Posting on Facebook about your gains
Are you in pain?
Likes on your Gym selfie flexing in the mirror
Are you seeing clearer?
Addicted to attention
Feeling the emotional tension
Everyone has a vice
Had a bad day go by the new Apple device
Maybe shopping helps you get through
Go to the mall when you're feeling blue
Stop at Starbucks, Doubleshot espresso
New makeup pallet, make that face glow
Spend $100 on a pair jeans
It all becomes routine
Ask yourself are you going to the extreme?
As I sit and daydream
Thoughts drifting in my head
What vice will shed?
What am I masking?
The question I'm still asking