Looking down to the hole from where I have escaped
I should feel happy
I should feel something
I feel nothing.
For the dark, sunken depths that fall deeper than I can remember
I want to laugh
I want to shout
I want nothing.
Every second takes me further from the unpromising past I had
I want it back
I want it gone
I want nothing.
My face is a mask set in stone; void of any emotion
I am walking
I am running
I am nothing.
Turning my back on the past that was my present
I should feel happy
I should feel something
I feel nothing.
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