No one seems to understand.
They ask if I'm sad.
If I'm upset, if I'm hurt.
I'm not. Really.
Even if I act like it.
But I tell you I'm tired.
Because what else can I tell you
When all I feel is empty. I feel grey.
You wouldn't understand though.
Because I'm not sad,
Nothing is wrong really.
I just feel like I'm so grey, so dark,
So abnormal.
I'm okay though, really.
Please understand.
My emptiness won't last forever,
Soon I'll find something to fill up my void, but until then, it's really okay for me to be empty.
It's better than being full of lies and fake happiness.
YOU ARE READING
Writings to the Moon
PoetryMy readers are the witnesses to these jumbled thoughts that crash and collide in my head, that my fingers from the letters to words that work their way into sentences that become stories and tales for your brain to pull apart into sentences and word...
