chills going up and down my spine
whenever you ask me, i say im fine
my body's empty and im not real
all i want is just to feel
you look into my eyes
but there's nothing there
im so sick and tired
i just can't make myself care
why am i like this
i just don't know
im so empty
im fucking hollow
YOU ARE READING
sad poetry
Poetrypoetry about depression, etc. "the biggest lies, of all that are spoken, are the ones that cover up what's broken" - me
