Day in and day out I try to think positively on life. It is almost impossible to do though. My mind fills itself with negativity and that negativity creates an empty feeling in my chest. This feeling causes me to seem bitter and angry. I hate talking or being touched, I lash out the moment someone pokes me. My friends begin to come distant, which is only normal: only thing you can do in an hostile environment is try getting far from it.
The empty feeling is heavy. The empty feeling never goes away, I haven't felt anything but emptiness or numbness in so long. I pray every night for the feeling to go away and for happiness to come to me. I want to feel joy. Sadly joy is its own poison but it is the poison I would rather have compared to this empty feeling. My life has become a never ending cycle of pain and despair.
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Empty
PoetryIts not a story, but a description of a feeling I constantly have. This is not complete, nor will it ever be. I will keep updating it throughout my life as a writer.
