A Hollow Condition
I thought about it again. Hell, I'm thinkING about it. I don't know why...why do I keep thinking about it? I don't know.But it eats at me. Eats at me constantly. It drones on and on and on in the back of my mind, in the deepest part of myself, far from the awareness of my friends, family, even the one I love. It's just
it's just something I have to think of
ponder by myself.A thought
It's not leaving my head now
It never leaves until after awhile
That could describe me, I guess
'Hollow' as in lifeless? No
'Hollow' as in with no personality, hell no.'Hollow shell'. That's it. No, I'm not possessing my body, it's a physical state I'm in.'Hollow shell'
'Hollow'. Hollow fits me so perfectly
Because I'm missing something important. Vital.I'm 'hollow'
because I have no heart.Not metaphorically. PHYSICALLY. I literally am heartless. It was ripped from me, and I shall never get