My heart is empty.
It's feel colder than before.
Like no matter what I try, no one can fill in anymore.
My hand is empty.
There's no one to stand by my side.
Who managed to stick around long enough for the ride.
My shoes are empty.
There's no use trying to go some place.
It's been quite a long time since I've seen another face.
My pockets are empty.
Too forgetful to try to keep something near.
Sometimes I wonder if I should even be here.
My mind is not empty.
Thoughts so dangerous that they tend to cause a mark.
The words so painful they made my heart turn dark.
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To Whom It May Concern
PoesíaThis is kinda like a diary, but less sparkly cover and glitter pen, and more sad and dark thoughts I want to share. Read if you want.
