The empty space in my chest mocks me when I try to fill it up again.
Friends….movies…pain..
Nothing works.
Every meaningless action just echoes off of the walls,
Each sound getting quieter and quieter until it never there at all.
I never knew that nothingness could hurt so much. Isn’t nothing supposed to not feel like anything?
Isn’t numbness supposed to feel like nothing?
Instead I just feel the hollow space of where things should be
Of the things I should feel..
And that emptiness…
As
It
Echoes
Through the
Abyss…
Hurts more than the blades that cut through my skin.
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 3:27 AM UTC
The empty space in my chest mocks me when I try to fill it up again.
Friends….movies…pain..
Nothing works.
Every meaningless action just echoes off of the walls,
Each sound getting quieter and quieter until it never there at all.
I never knew that nothingness could hurt so much. Isn’t nothing supposed to not feel like anything?
Isn’t numbness supposed to feel like nothing?
Instead I just feel the hollow space of where things should be
Of the things I should feel..
And that emptiness…
As
It
Echoes
Through the
Abyss…
Hurts more than the blades that cut through my skin.
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