what do you do
when you feel hollow?
do you continue to
carve the words you want to hear
or do you let yourself
float into an abyss of distant apathy?
what happens when you bleed?
do you patch up the wound
or do you let the life flow out of you?
is there a third option?
am i stuck in this pit of absolute emptiness?
there are so many questions i could ask you
but no one told me that
the dark doesn't always answer
YOU ARE READING
What's Wrong
Poetrysome of these might not make sense but trust me neither does my mind
