Lies // poems

sick & tired

sick and tired of not feeling anything
nothing is there in the bottom of my heart
my chest is empty and my soul is bare
craving the satisfaction of feeling something
going out of the way to hurt myself just to feel something. anything.
feelings without emotions like a midnight sky with no stars
storms without rain
ships without a sea to sail in
bookshelves minus books
books with no pages
pages without words
paper not painted by ink