Empty.
I feel like spiders have crawled inside me
and made themselves a home.
I need someone to exterminate my bones
because I currently feel dangerously alone.
I sit in the car and stare out the window.
From a different perspective, I experience other's lives go by.
My mother looks over and asks what I'm thinking about.
Fake smile, "Nothing," I say, trying to ignore my urge to cry.

to die.

Empty.
An unexplained, unnamed emotion.
A misunderstood, ignored emotion.
Misunderstood and ignored.
Adjectives I could use to describe myself.
Never thought about...
I'm all by myself.
"I need someone," I told you.
That was my silent cry for help.
"That was rude, you know I'm here for you,"
you told me.
you misunderstood me.

Empty.
I need someone to need me.