I used to remember when I was sad
I kept writing and writing and writing and enjoying
The flow of words
Coming out of my pen and on paper
And it looked like pain
It looked like emotions
It poured our of my hands
It poured out of my soul
It poured out of my heart
And cured the pain and sorrow
And made me as light as a balloon
And I could finally float away and move on
Moving on
Moving on
It felt great
It felt like sunshine in my veins and happiness in a glass
And I drank it all
In one go
I would drink it all
Until there was nothing left
But there is nothing left in my soul and no glass and no sorrow and no happiness
But a ball of nothingness struggling to get out
To get out of my system
Of my body
Of my heart and soul
Suffocating me
I want it out
OUT
OUT!!
But it won't
And I am so confused
And there is no glass of happiness and no flow of words and
I am sitting here
And nothing
But
Emptiness