It is void of beauty.
Of life.
Of joy.

I am the ear into which you spill your every complaint.
I am the sleepless kid with the rings under their eyes.

The kid that never wants to wake up again.

I am e m p t y.

Bruised knees. Stifled sobs.

Unpoetic.
Unapologetic.

I raise parents.
Siblings.
Myself.

I have no one.
Have loved and lost. He was my best friend; my every hope.
2 months, 14 days, and counting... since he said goodbye.
...The dress still in my closet.

Every day is a war against exhaustion. failure. weakness.

Tears every night.
To do lists every day.

Another pep talk. Another, "It will be ok."




Would you like to see my reality?

... It's a war-zone with a one man military.
A fight for a lost cause.

I'm just a drum without a beat... lifelessly marching on.