Entry 2 ~ 🦄🐭🐚
I'm tearing at the seams
Black mind, sick stomach
Why am I constantly breaking
Hot eyes, cold feet
I didn't know it was possible to be
So, so full
And so, so emptyWords caught in my breath
There are so many that still haven't been said
Countless times of thoughts trapped in head
Why should I speak
When it's easier to choke on nothing
Hot eyes, cold feet
I didn't know it was possible to be
so, so full
And so, so emptyI can't remember when I last smiled genuinely
When was the last time my laugh was a reality
Tell me when was I last excited or happy
I didn't know it was possible to be so, so full
And so, so empty
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Empty ~ Poetry
PoetryA collection of thoughts, poetry, depression, and anxieties TW - Contains self harm and suicide