My words always feel empty
As if made with lack of empathy
Throughout my rotten history
I’ve suppressed all these memories
Frames of painted wooden glass
Let me see into my past
I wish I could change what use to be
So that these words weren’t as heavy
But times a thing I can’t control
Nor something I can just let go
Or an element I can change
So I’ll stay stuck in my ways
Of believing that I will end this guilt
Or suffering what I can’t ****
But one thing will stay the same
My words will still feel empty
Even when my eyes
Are filled with tears
Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 9:24 PM UTC
My words always feel empty
As if made with lack of empathy
Throughout my rotten history
I’ve suppressed all these memories
Frames of painted wooden glass
Let me see into my past
I wish I could change what use to be
So that these words weren’t as heavy
But times a thing I can’t control
Nor something I can just let go
Or an element I can change
So I’ll stay stuck in my ways
Of believing that I will end this guilt
Or suffering what I can’t ****
But one thing will stay the same
My words will still feel empty
Even when my eyes
Are filled with tears
This took me a while too write but I’m starting to find my way into words again
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