Empty

Empty thoughts, empty mind, empty words, who cares? No feelings just emptiness inside, No tears, no joy, nothing to say, Just blah, in a writer's funk, it's just junk, I'm so tired of writing to an empty audience, I write not for me, but for them, Yet not a word only silence, a sound that haunts me constantly. Apathy, not empthany is all I feel, is this feeling real? I guess so, I have seen it before, it's in the eyes of everyone I look at in the eye, So why is eye contact so I.important? Why bother, I would rather look away, at least it won't hurt. I resort to darkness, as not to be seen, for I'm empty now, who will.refill my thoughts? I need to do some soul searching, I close my eyes listen for the sounds of nature, yo be still and in the moment is too serene and bliss, love has left me numb, maybe a hug will help, who will embrace me? Oh that's right, I'm empty and alone, maybe I will drown.. .