The feeling of emptiness
is devouring me.Taking me
down,
down,
down,
I know that is waiting for me to fall downer,
but where is my parachute?
Is someone going to actually catch me
if I fall?I'll touch the bottom
and I'll never be able to stand up again.
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Poetry for who needs it
Poetrypoetry isn't meant to cure pain but to testimoniate it.
Emptiness.
The feeling of emptiness
is devouring me.Taking me
down,
down,
down,
I know that is waiting for me to fall downer,
but where is my parachute?
Is someone going to actually catch me
if I fall?I'll touch the bottom
and I'll never be able to stand up again.