I don’t like the word
It has lost its meaning.
Because what I feel isn’t just sad
It isn’t just hopeless.
There is a void deep inside of me.
Every time I feel an ounce of happiness,
A small amount of pride,
I don’t have time to enjoy it before it’s gone
I’m left with a sick feeling I can’t even explain
I want to crawl in a corner and cry
I want to scream at the top of my lungs
I want to open these shattered wings and fly
Away from everything
And then it happens
The hollow feeling turns numb
I don’t care
I don’t feel
I don’t want to live
I don’t want to talk
I don’t want to tell you how I feel
And I sure as hell don’t need you trying to tell me it will be ok
When I know it won’t