I am a body without a soul,
A hollow shell, an empty whole.
The hands that touch me feel like air,
And when they're gone, there's nothing there.
I cry at night, my pillow drenched,
In the silence, my heart is clenched.
There is no warmth, no love to hold—
Just icy sheets, forever cold.
And in the mirror, I see my face,
A stranger trapped in empty space.
The person I was, is long gone,
Leaving behind this broken song.
I miss the days I used to feel,
Before my wounds refused to heal.
Now I'm just skin wrapped over bones,
In a world that I face alone.
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Thoughts that Fester in the Brain: A Collection of Despair
Poesia"Thoughts that Fester in the Brain" is a haunting collection of poetry that explores the depths of loneliness, heartbreak, and despair. Each poem captures the raw emotions of feeling lost, forgotten, and unseen in a world that offers no solace. For...
