Not empty like everyone thinks,
You wake up with it,
You go to sleep with it,
It fills you up till you can’t feel anything else,
Nothing but alone,
It carves a hole in you,
A hole you think will never be filled,
All you feel is it,
And, like the demon in the mirror that has your face,
You can never escape it,
All you can do,
Is dive headfirst into that unfillable abyss,
And hope you survive.
If you ever find yourself feeling like this, I beg you to talk to someone. There is nothing wrong with talking to someone. I promise.