The hollow and empty
"I love you's"
are poison,
are killing me
slowly.
Burning my empathy
and hope
to the ground
behind my eyes
without a sound
just ashes and ice
in my soul.
Feb 21, 2022
Feb 21, 2022 at 6:14 PM UTC
The hollow and empty
"I love you's"
are poison,
are killing me
slowly.
Burning my empathy
and hope
to the ground
behind my eyes
without a sound
just ashes and ice
in my soul.
if I dont numb my chest soon, Imma bleed out this broken heart.
Dysthymia will be the death of me.
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