Overflowing Emptiness

April 13, 2018
By Anonymous

There's sadness
There's madness
Plenty genres of despair
Where you can't stop crying
And you don't know why
Or how to smile again.
But what about the other times?
The other chapter in this book?
When you wish you could cry
Just to feel something
When you feel a hole in yourself
That can't appear to be filled.
When you feel an overflowing emptiness
And a heavy weight of nothing
When the things you used to enjoy
The people you used to love
Are nothing more than grey smudges
In your vision blurred by fatigue
When all you can bear to do
Is lie in bed and stare at the ceiling
Trying to remember happiness
And wishing you had been more grateful
When you experienced it.

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