I feel empty Like all the emotions are still inside me But I don't feel like letting them out anymore Besides, what is that even for
I feel empty My starving mind and body can only tell one thing That this world is too crowded for a person like me And this is the moment I doubt in voluntarily breathing
I feel empty I don't wanna think straight Everything has happened in sync and in serendipity These actions are just too late
I feel empty No music, game or form of excitement can wake me up in this reality Nothing at all can help me now It's like passing away is planned somehow
I feel empty This heart that is palpitating or brain having a migrain Can't make me forget about things that just adds to the never-ending pain Truly numb forever, this is me
I feel empty If this will ever be my last goodbye I would just like to say thank you for everything you have done to me All those advices at my crisis Or the shoulder to cry on during my vices Thank you and now I'll probably die
A poem I made a long time ago that I could still relate to now.