It's not a cold, heavy, dead weight this time. It's not the feeling of having a giant weight on my chest constantly, or the pain that was just always there.
It's empty.
Cold
Dark
Lonely
It's a pit in my stomach.
It's a horrible feeling in the back of my mind .
It's almost like a numbness.
Basically like I've been through so fucking much that my body is just slowly refusing to feel it anymore. Like my body is just so done with this emptiness that it's shutting down.
And I'm not denying it.
I'm sick of this cold emptiness.
I'm sick of feeling so lonely, but being so depressed that I can't leave my home so I don't feel lonely.
It's a dark spiral that I'm done feeling.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts.
PoetryThis is not a story, this isn't a happy fan-fiction. this is me looking for somewhere to write down and post the thoughts I can't/don't want to say out loud. this is definitely copying what my friend Tyler (@darkestdaes) is doing but oh well, i like...
