Hallow and empty is my heart
A blank space that refuses to be filled grows
Craving the unknown to quieten the voices in my head
Words meant to heal me
Like the medication hidden under my bed
Laziness opened doors to apathy
My worst nightmare invading my reality
No words to reason what's going on in my head
Having everything appreciating nothing
Blackness covering my eyes
Unable to see the blessings in front of me
Gratitude is what's needed but no one is seeking it.
Don't worry about tomorrow for tomorrow has it's own problems to worry about so they say
Yet worrying about the past is what we specialise in
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 5:29 AM UTC
Hallow and empty is my heart
A blank space that refuses to be filled grows
Craving the unknown to quieten the voices in my head
Words meant to heal me
Like the medication hidden under my bed
Laziness opened doors to apathy
My worst nightmare invading my reality
No words to reason what's going on in my head
Having everything appreciating nothing
Blackness covering my eyes
Unable to see the blessings in front of me
Gratitude is what's needed but no one is seeking it.
Don't worry about tomorrow for tomorrow has it's own problems to worry about so they say
Yet worrying about the past is what we specialise in
Gratitude is key...
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