a tiring maze a puzzle unsolved a lightning phase before your old duty madness weighs your soul the human sadness that can't be told. an idle transcript of ending time oblivious to your obscure mind a hollow space saved till you find whats been missing- The yet 'undefined'.
As I walk around the hospital, I hear chatter and laughter. I am constantly surrounded by friendly faces and warm smiles. I meet their warm smile with a cheerful hello, and I grace them with the twinkle hidden within my eyes.
But deep inside, I feel hollow. I feel empty as if my soul contains nothing. I feel like I am just a shell of a person taking up unwarranted space.
Every day I ask myself Does my life have a purpose? Do I make a difference? Will anyone miss me if I am gone, or will they notice I'm not around?
As I come back from my recent travels, everything seems to be the same. Not an item is out of place besides for me. No one has noticed the empty desk for the last four days. No one has noticed that there is a missing friendly face.
One does not realize how insignificant they are until they come back and realize that no one has noticed their absence. Until one realizes that everyone failed to care. To them, one is just another working body. One is just another body filling another simple empty desk. Disposable, nonetheless
I cannot feel or reel in the things that i deem to be unreal There's a blank spot in my heart a pit that's been teared open and wholly ripped apart
Do not dare falter or stumble in your path Do not scorn or scoff at this nor dare lay a frown Do not look down at me and see as if i am some widowed gal reaching out her hand
I pretend to know where the bird lays it's nest Pretend to know the flowers are here to stay but that's a play pretend, i know nothing except the horrors that stay grey and feed all day I pretend to smile and seem as if i hadn't been bleeding where i lay
Go on with your path, falter not at the widow least you desire to face it's wrath Go on, least you find what's missing then serve your hand, Good man
Life is empty Like a sullen lonely hollow We trip and we fall And sometimes we keep falling Life starts to blur Memories become fragments We want to dream forever But even our dreams tell us to wake up Because if we refuse We will keep f orever a lone l osing l ife i n n othingness g rievously
Empty cries Artificial tears Hung by lies Not what I appear Feelings fade Voicing monotone Can't escape I am hollow Chasing emotion Lost in thought Hit by currents My head wont stop Bit by bit I fall apart