Nobody is completely empty When you are with your friends Or loved ones. Not completely. It's there, of course. That sad emptiness. But not all the way. It hits you on the bus ride home When he sits across from you And won't look at you. It hits you when you wake up From your naps. It hits you when you're stuck In nightmares And then you scream and It hits you when you Think you Might be happy Enough to not want to die But then it hits you And you feel it all over again. Flicker of hope diminished, just like that.