Empty.
Who am I?
I am nothing.
I am nothing, because I don't exist.
I'm nothing but a figment of a deam.
Numb.
I feel nothing.
I feel no sort of pain.
I feel no feelings, no emotion.
I feel nothing going on around me.
Floating.
I am floating.
Floating above me.
Floating far into the air.
YOU ARE READING
empty
SpiritualI guess is say this should have a trigger warning. not quite a poem, but kind of. again, I'm a shitty writer, so I apologize in advance
