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0 By Sophie Ann
An Empty Poem
do you ever just not feel? inside your body, your mind, feeling
empty.
the numb, lifeless fingertips tracing along the temples of your skull, trying to rid the headache that has come from feeling
empty.
thoughtless brain pulsing to your heart, slowing as your breath subsides, completely
empty.
the mirror reflection staring you down, the pupils so dead as if they had no existence obtained them in their sockets, as if the lungs and veins were entirely
empty.
thick blood lines trailing through the white just touching the dull grey iris, the sleepless exhaustion making you feel
empty.
the emotionless voice that disintegrates into a silent whisper, mute and alone but you’re supposed to be happy, even when that happy is horribly
empty.
birds bicker and children argue, noises amplified by the hollowness of your skeleton, everything become an ache, your interior utterly
empty.
the knowing of homework piled beside your desk, but your body too tired to even lift the pen to the page and write the words that seem so
empty.
eyes heavy with 3am wake ups and the temperature of your skin fluctuating, making the mattress seem like a frozen pot of boiling water; sleep’s so hard to accomplish when your house sounds
empty.
suicidal knockings conquering your limbs, curled into a ball beside the page in which they will read when my heart rate is
empty.
Reproduced with permission, originally posted here
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