whenever anyone asks me how i feel
i can almost never muster up the words to describe it
sad is an understatement, alone is too cliché
the best way to describe myself is empty
i'm hollow, like the wind could whisper through me with ease
i'm numb, i've lost the ability to feel what's real
i'm starved, waiting for myself to simply perish
i'm abandoned, wandering lost in the night wishing for a hand to hold
i am empty, the product of what was forgotten
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lunar sadness // poetry of the insomniac
PoesíaTRIGGER WARNING; mentions of abuse, self-injury, drug use, sexual content, etc. read at your own risk. poetry is mine, most lyrics are not. i'll give credit to who wrote whatever. everything in this book is relevant to my own emotion. enjoy.