When will people realize
That I have nothing left anymore
That they have finished taking all of my battered soul a long time ago
And left me with the empty husk
When will people realize that
The smiles and laughs I offer them
Are as empty as I am
Because I'd rather they have empty somethings than nothing, at all
When will people realize that it is easier for me to offer up that emptiness,
than it is for them to fill me up again
For them to make me feel good,
And fill me with love, and mirth,
And gold
Only to take it away again Only to lash out at me and rip my beating heart out of my empty soul
No
It is easier to offer them emptiness than for them to realize that I have nothing left
Because I am tired of having my scarred heart torn out
By the ones that were supposed to protect it
YOU ARE READING
Lost In My Head
Puisi"This is something that I hope no one will ever see, because this one thing..... Just this once, I wish to treasure for only me" ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ A book of poetry and prose, and the general musings of my fucked up mind
