My heart is an empty space,
that feels as if it has turned into a void.
My eyes fill with nothing but tears,
Running down my cheeks,
makeing them moist with pain and missery.
My body does not respond to even,
the most love filled hugs it resieves.
My hands feel nothing but pain,
as i draw and write what creativity that i have.
My soul is nothing but a sliver,
barely holding me together.
I have nothing but sadness and anger,
towrds everything and everyone i see.
I can do nothing but put on a mask.
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*curls into a ball, in a corner, crying* there is no light in the world. . .
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