I still feel empty,
sometimes even more than I was without you.
Knowing that you're there,
but might not actually care,
brings me to the point where I start to doubt you.
Vicious thoughts devour the brains sheltered in my head,
solemnly making me feel like I'm dead.
Somehow half alive, buried underground,
With no coincided movement or sound.
You've made me become so crazy
that sometimes I catch myself questioning if the world is really round or if my heart is just a little hazy.
November 2016
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The Aspect Of Oblivion
PoetryThe planted seeds of my wretched thoughts and emotions have bloomed their way out onto these pages, birthing a catastrophic garden; a virtue of beauty. A collection of emotions and thoughts documented in words, encompassing a voyage through the laby...
