My Short Stories

dry

The feeling of emptiness,

such a saddening one it is.

The feeling of tiredness, I stand, stretch, and my body almost gives in.

I make my way to my room,

I eat a bite of pizza.

It's dry.

It's cold.

and it makes me want to cry,

but all I feel is a sad phase of nostalgia.

My eyes just stare,

Right now nothing's in my mind.

It's just dry, like hot summer air,

like on my heart, there's a bind.

I take off my onesie,

the coldness kicks in.

I hate it, that shiver,

the one that makes your hair stand from your skin.

I put on a sweater,

the feeling isn't gone.

I sit, forget what I hate,

and begin to hum a song.

This feeling of emptiness,

it is not one that I enjoy.

I cannot manage to be happy,

and the cause is myself, my mind is becoming destroyed.