Hollow {a poem by dalviecurtis}

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Hollow
Sometimes inside I feel hollow
Void of purpose or feeling
But the strain so hard
Like I'm a fisher who is reeling

In a huge fish
One that makes my heart heavy
One that makes my brain empty
One that makes me tired and sleepy

Different things cause hollowness
Crushes
School
Family
Friends
Sometimes even myself

I can't help it if I obsess over trivial items
Events and people that are minuscule in the world's view
But take up more than half of my brain

My brain feel stuffed, stuffed to the brim
And yet
Hollow
Empty
Void

No meaning
No purpose
No ideas

And then

Light

Friends laugh
The sun shines
Boys notice
Writing is easier
Fellowship and worship ascend 

Moments like these make the world turn
Moments like these complete our hearts
Moments like these
Are what we live for

So yes
I am hollow
But I'm hollow
To let happy fill
Me up

(I apologize for my poetry; it's really bad; it's not even in a format or anything omg)

(I want you all to know that if you ever feel this way, hollow and empty of anything, please just talk to someone. Don't keep it holed up. And it's not "just a phase" or "just a little thing." I know how it feels like to have something overwhelming your brain. If you don't want to talk, then at least do something, even if you feel like not doing anything. Something that makes you happy. Whether it's eating an watching YouTube or watching an episode of your favourite show or reading a fanfiction. There will be sunshine at the end, I promise 💖)

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