Jul 2018
Emptiness is a wholesome feeling
Consuming your hunger
Self-centered
Everything wrong
Were words enough to survive?
Empty sheets of paper on the floor of my mind
Empty was my desire all along
Empty of you, of me
Empty bottles
Another night I lost
Empty promises to stop
Empty heart with empty lungs
Empty organs on the floor
Let it go, feel nothing
Wait for the music to cut your skin
Empty eyes, the rains did not come.
Consuming your hunger
Self-centered
Everything wrong
Were words enough to survive?
Empty sheets of paper on the floor of my mind
Empty was my desire all along
Empty of you, of me
Empty bottles
Another night I lost
Empty promises to stop
Empty heart with empty lungs
Empty organs on the floor
Let it go, feel nothing
Wait for the music to cut your skin
Empty eyes, the rains did not come.
At the end of the road called bitterness, you find an unlocked chest with a note pinned, "it wasn't worth it."
You open the box and find all the memories of her you robbed from yourself, but they're rotted and molded because you neglected the one thing you bet your life on.
You finally decide to let go of the pain you made yourself addicted to and then you see you hurt yourself more than she hurt you. You hurt her more than she admitted.
The toll for the road called bitterness is one good heart. The destination is a dead end.
You open the box and find all the memories of her you robbed from yourself, but they're rotted and molded because you neglected the one thing you bet your life on.
You finally decide to let go of the pain you made yourself addicted to and then you see you hurt yourself more than she hurt you. You hurt her more than she admitted.
The toll for the road called bitterness is one good heart. The destination is a dead end.
