Its an emptiness
Impossible to fill,
An aching feeling
That wont go away.
When you think its gone
It just comes back
And you wonder how
It got that bad.
Eat to fill the hollow;
Cry to ease the pain.
Sleep to escape the empty
And hide from the ache.
Maybe when you wake up
Things will be fine
And you'll realize how foolish
It was to allow yourself to cry.
Because you were stronger than that
And you know that it's true;
You don't understand
How you let it get to you.
YOU ARE READING
Unsent Letters
PoetryUnsent Letters. We all have them. They're that one thing that we keep from the world, That one side of us that we never let anyone see, Those few words that we wish we could say These are a collection of poems, written to be letters Just a few more...
