Empty - Poem by Sarah Shifflet
so I sit here despritely awaiting my unavoidable death
I feel so empty on the inside like I have nothing left.
The pain I feel is too strong to be unreal, the lies im told are so belivable, I had no idea I was so deciveable. Im alone now, and alone I will die. Every night I cry, cry myself to sleep, this pain I feel is too strong too deep.
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