Feels so right to feel empty
Feels good to keep yourself away
Feels good not to interact
Feels right to feel this way.When it's been too long,
as the sun lowers down through your window,
A rush comes by.
A desperate feel to go homeYou feel your chest,
Feel someone, something,
Running inside through your skin.
Feel your heart pound.
Pound like a son of a bitch.Confused for what and why...
Thought I was happy and felt right,
It was like my heart was hungry to feel,
Feel loved, feel touched, feel known.
Feel free.I was being eaten.
Canines of a dog tearing my flesh.
I physically felt that,
Even though it was just a feeling.
A feeling so strong,
A feeling so engaging.The feeling of being alone.
As the moonlight hit my bed,
As veins pop off my head,
I feel the urge to speak,
Speak with my favourite person,
Yet not feeling satisfied.
Because I'm obviously
not the same for her.I couldn't put a leash on my thoughts,
I couldn't direct my course.
Finally got sucked in by a whirlpool
Of unsatisfaction and loneliness.It's like I have so much love to give,
So much to beg for.
But not so much to take.Somewhere it felt great.
It felt great to finally feel.
Being true to myself.Emptiness ate me.
Literally, nothing ate me.
It was me all along.
I was ignoring myself.But again,
As the sunlight fell on my face,
Everything about last night got compressed.Another day with same heart.
Another night with same dog.What do I do with all these feelings piled up?
I feel like dying.
I am tired.
I am tired of feeling empty.
Empty with so many feelings.Need someone to change my life.
I don't want to feel at all.
I don't even know if I am already doing that.
I want to fall down this black cascade of hollowness.
Be swollen.
But,
Want to
Feel too.I am so confused.
I'm so fucked up.
It seems lame.
It seems silly.
It probably is.
I feel like a shitty person.
I'm overthinking.
I'm complicating.
I am thinking more and feeling less.I don't even know what to do anymore.
Need someone to reciprocate.
Need someone to pull me up.Need someone to feel for me.
What does feel right?
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RandomFollowing Life in a Nutshell. No essay, no boring long paragraphs. Just writing what's at the top of my head and what might be at the back of yours.