i want to reply, say something
but i am holding myself back
because i am scared of forming words
with emotions that i lack
this suspension feels good
this feeling of nothingness
in which my brain stops
filling me with emptiness
i was so full once
that i gave everything i had
but now what's left of me
is making me sadly glad
i like me better now
with not a single friend
just me, simply
waiting for the end
no anger left
no love left
no smiles formed
as if unscathed
i guess the scar fades when it heals
or is it just the cut that seals?
and underneath lie
a strong self hidden
guilt-ridden
waiting
to be better
like the last letter?