I haven't felt this lonely and empty in awhile.
Alone/ Lonely in which I isolate myself from everyone.
Empty in which I have no feeling and if I do the only feeling I have is the grasp of death.
Every time I'm this way my first instinct is always to isolate myself and to not let people now what's going to keep to myself, to not talk and keep my head low.
If someone try's to talk to me or make a conversation I try to keep it very simple and short to not prolong if so they can't get Any emotions of me.
I can't feel and I won't look at you, I won't stay longer than I have to.
I'll feel like a bother no matter how many times you try to tell me otherwise.
I like to keep to myself but I still write poetry to express the storm of emotions inside of me or often the lack of any emotions inside of me.
~E.M.C
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Hurt Beyond Repair.
PoetryHurt and frightened and no where to turn except for my journal. Curse words being streamed at me and you would have thought I had a father for a sailor. ~E.M.C Many poems focusing on the subject of Mental Illness, that many suffer with and the su...
