The Emptiness Curling Within.
The emptiness curling within
Pushes out against my cold, numb skin.
My insides thinning into nothing but air
My fingers touch upon nothing but tears
I wake up screaming but no one can hear.
I sit alone knowing what thinking can do
I sit alone doing what thinking leads to
The pain is not there it is somewhere else
Perhaps the same place where this feeling is felt
...
Wednesday 14th September 2016 9:56 pm
There's nothing there.
Nothing's there, I know, I know
Touch my skin so I can show
You how together I am
How forever I cannot be.
You showed me the way to an opaque me
You took it away and now they can see straight through me
Straight past me
Nothing's there I know, I know
Feel my touch so I can say that I'm ok.
Is that ok?
Have I done enough for today?
Wednesday 14th September 2016 9:44 pm
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