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Scattered room, a mess.
Disorganized.
Empty bottles of prescription pills.
Empty water bottles.
Empty void.
Yet the trash is half empty too.
A beating heart that's tightening
The heartbeats slow down
Then speeds up again.
The nerves signal the cortex
The brain, to replay.
The worst things in life.
Green tea which boosts metabolism
Supposed to boost the better emotion
But it's not.
The void is still there.
The light reflections are not a warm glow
They are of emptiness and shallow.
Though there is no presence of conflict
In this moment in time
Why does it still exist?
Hands close
Hands open
Hands freezing cold.
Lifeless.
Dreams come and go
Nightmares stay.
But this is not that girl, that boy.
Being strong isn't hiding
Plastering fake smiles on.
Being strong is talking and conquering.
But the laughter and positivity
They're superglued.
There's an abyss elsewhere.
Copyright © Amy Kong | Year Posted 2016
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