#hollowness
These principles
Pretending to be pillars
But I
Am my own betrayer
Here I stand
Eyes cold and determined
Yet these hands
Caresses our memories
These lips
Hissed lies and hatred
But my heart
Beats to the sound of yours
A firm stance
Showcasing strength
But my legs
Are ready to run back
This hollowness
Is all I could fabricate
To show
I am doing just fine
A man
Pretending to be spiteful
But a soul
That never stopped loving
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 9:57 AM UTC
People tell me I'm a pretty girl.
But when I look in the mirror, all I see is pain.
I see the emotional scars and sleepless nights.
I think of all the times I've cried myself to sleep.
Every day I get out of bed and question what I have to live for.
Anxiety is my uneasy laughter.
Depression seeps through my fake smiles.
Hollowness lives in the bags under my eyes.
Today, I look in the mirror and tell myself that I am living for me.
I am living for you and the thought of helping others.
I hope one day to see my own beauty and have love for myself.
I hope one day you see that you are more than what others say.
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 1:14 PM UTC
it lurks in the shadows
and it surrounds the cosmos
it devours light
and it turns fortune into plight
it inspires you
when the world despises you
it reveals to you
what the light conceals from you
it fills the hollowness in your heart
it keeps you mortal when you are falling apart
it is found in the murky depths of your soul
emanates when you are losing control
what is it you ask ?
it is time I unravel my mask
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 3:33 PM UTC
I have this
Empty hollowness
In my chest
I am nothing
Yet I have
Everything
I feel empty
Yet I am
Full
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 12:59 PM UTC
A ghost in a machine
A distant heartbeat
A wretched reflection
In the graveyard of affection
Voices repeated but barely heard
Screams so loud yet unheard
A naked soul encased within the ground
Feasted on by this hell hound
Bound to forever remain unfound
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 8:05 AM UTC
Looking for it I ran,
Here and there to find,
The lost one, that only could
Make my mind go blind.
In empty bottles I searched,
To find nothing but air,
My heart was lost somewhere,
And the world didn't care.
Tired, sad and broken apart,
I finally found that place,
Where I was sure to find,
My heart in any case.
Reached there and found a jar,
And gladly I was running about
Happily, I opened it,
And only RED liquid came out...
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 12:33 AM UTC
Dear Self,
It's a lot lonelier at night.
It's a nightmare ready to unfold and I'm gripping my bed sheets hoping I don't wake up in yet another cold sweat.
The void in my chest seems to grow as I look for something that makes sense.
The words used to hold me as I wept and now,
They stand at arms length and allow me to hold myself.
They watch as the tears fall across my cheeks and they question how much sadness can a person hold.
How much sadness until all you feel is nothing, but hollowness.
Hollowness that resembles a field of grass burned to ash.
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 4:52 AM UTC
Hollowness
of the mornings
and evenings
of sleep and dreams
and waking up
to another morning
and the radio
blaring out
hollow music
by hollow people
and they talk
in between songs
hollowness
in their voices
and the place
seemingly hollow
and hollow people
walk the supermarkets
filling trolleys
with hollowness
and Muzak pushed out
as they shop
and the comfortableness
and the pretend
contentment
but really just hollowness
there in their eyes
and the light
of their eyes
and that smiling
they have
which is as hollow
as their lives
and the morality
and rules of hollowness
rule and the pretence
it is not hollow
although deep down
they know it is
hollowness of nights
and dreams on dreams
of forgetfulness
and the waking up
of grief and knowing
it will always be there
like a ghost of what once was
and is not
and they lay down
to sleep and one day
it will be the final sleep
and the last kiss
of hollowness to bless.
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 3:25 AM UTC
I have a heart
But it's completely hollow
No weight gets counted
Because I have nothing to follow.
When it pumps,
I hear the air getting pushed out
With little drops of blood
Splattered out of my mouth
I can't control it,
It's just my heart which is perforated
Into a perfect circle
Which I always hated.
I want it to get filled
And it would some day
When my world gets built
Around someone who says,
"I would love you the way
You've always been,
And a perfect heart
Will be perfectly filled
If you take my hand
And let me build
A world for you
Where we can stay
And live forever
Celebrating each day."
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 7:43 AM UTC
She lay awake for the better part of an hour.
The light streaming through half drawn blinds.
She did not cry, because there was nothing to cry about.
She did not smile, for she felt no joy.
Maybe it was talent, or maybe it was just that she'd been doing this alot lately.
When she thought about nothing and everything,
Simultaneously first, then at the same time.
So sporadic her thoughts became,
The idea of insanity was ingrained.
She had a father, a mother and a lover who cared.
She did not understand the reason of her despair.
She reminisces of old days, days face with enthusiasm and vigour.
She wonders what changed, what makes her want to pull a trigger.
She thinks about what's wrong and how it came to be so.
The questions have always been easy.
If only, the answers were so nice to her.
There is no sorrow to feel, no happiness to be glad.
There is only emptiness and desolation.
There is only detachment and isolation.
Its funny. Its downright hilarious.
People with tough lives achieve greatness.
While the mediocre lives stay bare and dead.
She lay there for the better part of an hour.
Dreading what lay ahead.
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 11:12 AM UTC
With nothing stable to come home to,
the days just drag on and on and on,
slowly I find myself caring less and less, about everything and everyone.
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC