I hate feeling empty
I hate not knowing why I feel so hollow inside
I hate not being able to fill the gaping hole that takes refuge in my chest
I know that's not something I can do for myself
or that someone can do for me
so this feeling
This godawful feeling envelopes my insides.
pressing against my ribcage
until my breathes become shallow and rapid
My eyelids grow heavy yet never seem to close and I am left staring out the window in hopes of my life not seeming so fleeting
Change is the only constant in my life
Goosebumps form in their cold nervous extremities
lightning cracks beneath my skin
Thunder echoes continuously throughout my mind
and I wonder how much longer this emptiness will endure within me.