Empty /ˈem(p)tē/ Containing nothing, not filled or occupied. Empty is the only way this feeling can be described. Not much else can come close to capturing it. You see, I want the world to believe that there's a light inside of me, but it's time that I come clean. It's not sadness, no, and it's not anger. It does come with those things though. I'm not what I seem, no. Some would say I'm possessed, but I'll confess I've just been obsessed with life and death and emptiness, I guess. The need to feel something is extreme. Whether it's pain or something else. Can't you see all of the change in me? You took these starving limbs, tried to see. Hate, pain, softness, love. Anything. Tried to see what they could be, but I thought I'd be something. Emptiness consumes you. The slightest feeling of anything else, I thought you'd complete me, that you'd erase all the pain that I felt in my brain. That's a feeling you attach to. No matter what it is. Now you see, that didn't change a thing. LGBTQIA+ TW // self-harm, suicide, abuse Collab with @TheseBlankPages