Empty
Empty.
That’s all I feel.
I wanna scream,
I wanna cry,
I wanna feel.
But I can’t.
I feel so drained.
I feel like crying.
I feel like screaming.
But I just can’t.
I’m losing my one reason for living.
I wrote him a letter.
Those might be my last words to him.
That might be the last time I’m near him.
The last time I look at him.
The last time he looks at me.
The final moment of us being friends.
My heart hurts.
It’s already so shattered,
it can’t break into tinier pieces.
I feel way too much.
But at the same time,
I feel nothing at all.
I want his voice,
I want his hugs,
I want his warmth.
I want him.
But I can’t have him anymore.
There’s no “us” anymore.
I hate it.
I feel drained.
Completely, utterly,
empty.
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