patchwork child

hollow

you are empty, arent you?
the air flows from ear to ear
you watch the cars pass by
a cat wails
who is it yelling to?
if someone struck you across the face
would you flinch?
would you feel anything at all?
you slice your skin to feel
you are a hollow porcelain doll
but you are made of stone, not glass
does your mind torment you?
does it scream?
you are so tired
what a pathetic existence you lead
so utterly useless
i hope you die