Empty
I've never felt this before,
Now I've no idea what's in store.
This missing part of me,
It wants me to scream.
Pressure builds,
everything seems to still.
I cant take it anymore!
I bend, break, empty.
Night begins,
I feel suffocated.
Last night I finally screamed.
I bend, break, emptied.
I slice the delicate flesh,
that had taunted me.
The missing part of me,
I geuss will always be.
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