i've been empty. the kind of empty that ruins your whole life and draws you further from the ones you love. the kind of empty that make you feel you're chained to the bottom of a swimming pool.
and i'd think that i would love nothing better than to escape this feeling and i would love to believe there could one day be a way out of this hole. until then i'll cry under my breath, letting my face crinkle up making sure no sound is let out. because god forbid i let the world know i am falling apart inside.
it sometimes feels like i am all alone in my hole, so i get up, dust myself off, and paint on a fake smile all to avoid the shame of being anything but normal. if you ever need to find me, i'll be awaiting in the dark envying those who don't hate themselves everyday and don't feel like they are being swallowed by a force no one can see, but only feel.
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my pending destruction | a poetry book
Poesiaall writings are raw, i only write when i feel l.p.
