Emptiness ❤️
I’m too tired to form any sentences or feel any feelings. I am running out of words to tell you how empty everything seems. The emptiness takes big bites off my words, my feelings, my entirety. But it’s never enough-it’s always hungry, it always wants more. I am sick of feeding it. The room is on fire but I can’t seem to leave. I am burning but I can’t feel it. I’ve come to believe all pain can’t be felt~there’s a pain we’re not capable of feeling, there’s a pain we can only carry with us, a pain we can only ‘become’.
Empty.
Empty.
Empty.
This emptiness is full of questions i dare not seek the answers to, of a loneliness i can’t bear anymore, of words I’ve repeated to myself so often they’ve lost all meaning.
What does it take to stop hurting?
What does it take to feel that hurt?
What does it take to exist without feeling the weight of it?
I’m screaming into oblivion. There’s never an answer, there never was and i doubt there will ever be. All I get back is an echo, and an echo seems to be the loneliest sound in the world...
Will this ever end?
Can you hear me?
I’m tired.
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