A day had passed, I felt nothing but the emptiness in this worthless life.
It's still buried in my head, the thoughts of you, everything about you, but again I felt nothing.
The way it caressed my skin like a fragile glass the ought to be broken, the way I felt nothing but the bitterness of it.
A hidden thoughts I cannot tell anyone because I have nothing. The thoughts of being able to be just me.
I always hate the feeling of being empty; I slept that day.
As I wonders my dream and realize I'm not coming back and as I released my breath at last and there is nothing but the emptiness inside.
But for the first time I felt the happiness I've longed for all my life, the happiness I thought I will never feel again.
It was the solemn truth I've been looking for, the truth about the same thing as I am.
"NOTHING"
July 13,2023
created by me.
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whispers of melancholy
Poetry"Welcome to my collection of tragic poems. Within these verses, I delve into the depths of sorrow and resilience, exploring the poignant beauty found in life's most profound tragedies."
