I feel empty.
Hollow.
Sometimes it feels like an improvement
better than the pain
it's deceiving in that way.
Because what is the point of it all
if I feel nothing?
Pain is better.
Pain is something.
Pain means I'm still living.
I want to feel.
Anything.
So I dig
deeper and deeper
but I find no secrets hidden within my flesh.
Empty.
But for a second
before the pain fades away
I can pretend.