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Mar 2018
I'm empty, not the empty you get when you do not eat or when you lose a pet, but the empty where you are truly numb. There is nothing to look forward to and nothing to look back at. Everything is just boring and sometimes I rather stay in bed all day then go to school or go do things that I once had fun doing. I feel as if i'm just going through the motions, day after day. I wonder if it will get better or if maybe i'll decide to give up, but it has to get better...right?
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Alyssa Duch
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       Grace, LS, Botan, J and Carson Alexander Defelice
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