09.15.21
Many times I tried
searching my own soul.
I looked into the forest,
I even called for the moon.
I sought every meaning
behind this futility
inside my chest but
found no answers.
Why am I feeling so empty?
Why do I feel so lonely?
I walked through these broken
glasses every day.
I wounded myself with
sharpened pencils every night.
I had bled much more than
I needed for the pain
I never showed.
Darling, tell me where shall I go
when I have no places
to call my own?
Tell me what shall I do when
all these things put me in
great devastation.
—georginariver
