Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Empty

You hurt me,
Broke my heart,
Teared my apart,
As I wanted to write it down,
For I was never good at screaming,
Or speaking words out at all,
I wanted to let you know in my own way,
How you made me feel,
So I picked my journal,
Opende it and slided with my fingertips across a brand new page,
It was so spotless white,
Just what I needed to write,
And the longer I tried,
And the more I thought,
It just stayed white and cold and...
Empty,
And then I realised t said it,
Exactly,
It was precisely what I felt like...
Empty...

All that I felt was nothing, I was empty.
















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