it's crazy how you can't right decently about feeling happy
instead I write about worshipping the feeling of hollow
when my eyes de-focus from the feeling of empty
shoving the anxiety away.
to the point my stomach won't hold onto my dinner
and the though of you makes me want to
the feeling of empty.
a feeling I know all too well.
thrown into TOXIC over and over.
and you expect me to not get burned.
I'm expected to heal.
the venom is coursing through my veins and I'm having trouble comprehending.
the feeling of empty..
I dont know how I did this for so long before.
my body cannot handle this.
maybe I'll just let my eyes de-focus
I'll zone out for another day.
another day of empty.
YOU ARE READING
redamancy
Poetryredamancy: (n) A love returned in full; an act of loving the one who loves you