I don’t know if that’s right.
Harsh; insensitive; hardened.
But that isn’t the whole story.
I wonder if hollow is better.
Not really.
Because I’m not really empty.
There’s still a constant pain.
Hurt doesn’t work either.
There’s nothing wrong with me.
At least that people can see.
And I’m not hurt.
I’m just hurting.
But I don’t think it’s depression.
Depression is sadness.
Not hardening and hurting.
It might be empty.
So what am I?
Does such a word exist?
Maybe it’s lost.
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 12:51 AM UTC
I don’t know if that’s right.
Harsh; insensitive; hardened.
But that isn’t the whole story.
I wonder if hollow is better.
Not really.
Because I’m not really empty.
There’s still a constant pain.
Hurt doesn’t work either.
There’s nothing wrong with me.
At least that people can see.
And I’m not hurt.
I’m just hurting.
But I don’t think it’s depression.
Depression is sadness.
Not hardening and hurting.
It might be empty.
So what am I?
Does such a word exist?
Maybe it’s lost.
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