It feels...
Empty.
Where warmth and happiness should be, there is nothing but the cold and darkness beckoning me into it's long jagged arms.
And it's weird. The happiness was there. But now it's disappeared. Snuffed out like a candle, the smoke long since cleared.
On the same face where smile once rested, there is now nothing. Void of anything, no hatred, no disgust, no hope. That once beaming girl had left.
Now replaced with a hollow shell of what she used to be.
But she'll pretend.
She'll pretend that warmth is still there. That the happiness hadn't left her waiting in the rain. She'd smile for others, but it was never happy. She'd laugh at jokes, but it was never funny. She'd make conversation, but it was always forced. Going anywhere was a struggle. It was meaningless, much like everything else.
Why even move?
Why even leave?
Why should she even breathe?
It'll all end the same anyway, no matter how happy, no matter how sad she may be.
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My Poems
PoetrySo I have a thing when randomly thoughts and things come to mind and I write them down and they become a poem. So I'm gonna try and share these, they only come to mind every so often so I might not update a whole bunch. Only when I get an idea
