I feel empty
Inside
Empty and lonely
And broken.
Destroyed and torn
Apart. Apart
From that I’m okay.
I am, honestly.
I’m not hungry
Or cold
Or tired
Or scared.
I’m not. I’m okay.
I’m also lying.
I’m empty and lonely
And broken and destroyed.
I’m torn apart on the
Inside, and lost, confused
And invisible on the outside.
That’s enough about me.
How are you?
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