I feel empty inside,
Like a glass that has been forgotten,
And will never be filled again.
I feel hallow inside,
Like a fragile glass doll,
That can easily break once it hits the ground.
I feel deflated,
Like a old balloon,
That was let go of by its owner, long ago.
I feel blank on the outside,
Like a blank piece of paper,
That never got the chance to be drawn on.
I feel abandoned,
Like a lost puppy,
That was through out of his own home.
I feel unfilled,
Like a human being,
Never fully filled with emotions, and became emotionless.
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 9:09 PM UTC
I feel empty inside,
Like a glass that has been forgotten,
And will never be filled again.
I feel hallow inside,
Like a fragile glass doll,
That can easily break once it hits the ground.
I feel deflated,
Like a old balloon,
That was let go of by its owner, long ago.
I feel blank on the outside,
Like a blank piece of paper,
That never got the chance to be drawn on.
I feel abandoned,
Like a lost puppy,
That was through out of his own home.
I feel unfilled,
Like a human being,
Never fully filled with emotions, and became emotionless.
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