The hollow.
The sound of my paining voice bounces off the walls of an empty void like like echoes in a cavern.
I speak but it falls on busy ears.
Their eyes and
Their minds and
Their hearts in three different places.
I truly believe you can feel a heart breaking.
The glass is half full but its filled with poison.
I laugh with myself
I cry with myself
I lie to myself it's all going to be ok.
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 6:23 PM UTC
The hollow.
The sound of my paining voice bounces off the walls of an empty void like like echoes in a cavern.
I speak but it falls on busy ears.
Their eyes and
Their minds and
Their hearts in three different places.
I truly believe you can feel a heart breaking.
The glass is half full but its filled with poison.
I laugh with myself
I cry with myself
I lie to myself it's all going to be ok.
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