there is nothing
anger?
hurt?
sadness?
the bitter taste of bile from the sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach?
sarcasm?
fear?
anxiety?
frustration?
pity?
happiness?
joy?
gladness?
nothing...
the hollow sound if my heating heart
the whispers of my grasping for air
the wonder
the bewilderment
the pain
nothing
empty
hollow
numb
again
im here again
Heath i hoped id never get here again
the blankness
the black hollow stare
the tunnel is too long
maybe its not a tunnel at all
maybe its home
its cold
its dark
its ok
or maybe not
we will never know
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 4:34 PM UTC
there is nothing
anger?
hurt?
sadness?
the bitter taste of bile from the sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach?
sarcasm?
fear?
anxiety?
frustration?
pity?
happiness?
joy?
gladness?
nothing...
the hollow sound if my heating heart
the whispers of my grasping for air
the wonder
the bewilderment
the pain
nothing
empty
hollow
numb
again
im here again
Heath i hoped id never get here again
the blankness
the black hollow stare
the tunnel is too long
maybe its not a tunnel at all
maybe its home
its cold
its dark
its ok
or maybe not
we will never know
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