The emptiness I feel with the sun shining so bright.The smiles upon everyone's faces while I like to call them masks.Every empty void has a mask the prettier the mask the bigger the void. The feeling of nothingness is the only way I can explain the void. You feel everything yet nothing...You are happy...well at least they think you are. Not even long after a moment of pure bliss there comes...nothing the feeling of nothing The numbing of a painful reality A reality filled with masked voids where you can't tell what's real or what's fakeVoids recognize voids Normals can't recognize anything at all Yet is there even one normal in a world full of painful voids
Art by: Isabelle Vialle
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Why my soul is tired
ŞiirThe struggle of dealing with life as a whole leading up to the reason why your soul feels worn out. The poems are events, things, feelings that Need light showered upon them. A truth that is hard to face A transcript of everything left unsaid...
