Sometimes, I'm hollow
Empty, unable to weep,
Unable to move,
But unable to sleep
Sometimes, I am ever so full,
Full of happiness, love
Everything matters
Everything is wonderful
But I've said too much
I've done too much
It's all an embarrassment in the end
It all pours out
I leak, and pour
Pour and leak
Until there is nothing left
And I'm nothing but hollow again.
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Lunchbox
PoetryLunchbox, a collection of poetry. (!!!May contain sensitive topics!!!) I really like to express myself through poetry, it's a good way to cope and I enjoy doing it in my spare time, even if I'm not very good at it. These may seem a little too em...
