The emptiness invades me
To where it overtakes me
And I'll be honest, lately,
It all is very draining.
But then the void starts filling
With a flood of thoughts, spilling.
The gush, overpowering,
Leaves me frozen, cowering.
My voice cries, the echoes pound my ears,
But the noise just won't drown out the fears.
And instead, the toxins fill my lungs,
Thus stealing the voice that once had sung.
Where's the serenity once I held?
How was joy a thing ever beheld?
Will I ever obtain the self I dreamed?
I was a fool- or at least it seems.
Right now, I can't say this ends.
I just feel my soul as it bends
Under the weight of anxiety
And the loneliness inside of me.
So here's the one thing I have left.
I'll say it with my final breath.
The hope that's planted in my soul,
It's the last thing; I can't let go.
-ժɾօթ օƒ ցӏɑs̤̈s̤̈
