Empty

I’m tired of feeling...so tired One moment euphoria the next confused resentful... empty.

Waiting for that reply. Waiting for the next moment that it will all be ok. Waiting for you to care as much about me as I do about you. Knowing that you never will. You can’t. You don’t want to.

Guilt eating away inside of me alongside hope. Wondering why I can’t be happy with what I have. Everything.

Wanting to make sure you’re ok whilst all the while feigning adoration for those I’m obliged to love. I need to let you go. Empty my mind of your existence. Take what you have given me...inspiration...and be grateful.

Focus on me. Focus on them. Not you.

Can’t stop thinking about you. Always. Empty...