An empty cup and an empty heart,
No longer pumping blood,
But allowing sadness to numb,
Flowing through the veins,
Until it reaches the mind,
Leaving its mark ever so slightly,
A mind left imprisoned,
And a struggle with atelophobia,
And thoughts of am I good enough?
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 6:32 PM UTC
An empty cup and an empty heart,
No longer pumping blood,
But allowing sadness to numb,
Flowing through the veins,
Until it reaches the mind,
Leaving its mark ever so slightly,
A mind left imprisoned,
And a struggle with atelophobia,
And thoughts of am I good enough?
- Zalea
