Empty
Why do I feel so empty
I go though my days mechanically
Like a machine with no purpose
Every day it seems like I'm just going through the motions
Never really going anywhere
It feels like I'm on the outside, looking in and seeing from someone else's eyes
I feel like there's nothing here
Like I don't exist
Like I shouldn't exist
Every day I smile and laugh, but I just don't feel it
I feel like I'm drifting
But drifting from what?
I want to feel so bad
Happy
Sad
Angry
Anything
But all I feel is apathetic
Lonesome
Desolate
Empty
YOU ARE READING
A bunch of self written poems/ short stories
PoetryLiterally just the title Everything is self written A lot of this is edgy venting uwu
