My words are hollow.
I attempt to shine a smile,
But my mouth doesn't follow.
I'm empty and numb inside.
I shed a tear, then another,
Feeling more dead than ever.
Hating, frustrated, disappointed.
Yet showing no sign of struggle.
I live as a zombie,
Getting up unwillingly.
Working on a single mission;
To pass this depression.
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Although writing a lot today, this is actually a pretty old one, I'm not even sure when...
I do believe it was inspired from the song "Numb Little Bug"
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A Poetry Collection
PoetryA few poems that have been on my mind and I managed to set them on paper. Happy Reading!
