Void Poem by best me

Void
sitting facing my bedside table, setting the pill gently on the tip of my tongue before washing it down with cold water. allowing my throat to feel the cool wave wash over any existing dryness, allowing myself to relax. for my body, limp and pale to not be so tense and void of life, void of feelings, or wants and needs.
Just, void. I hated being an empty shell so I tried my best to use the pills to fill it, but in the end, they just spilled out.

It's not my fault.


I don't want to be such a husk.

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. i promise


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you believe me
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Right..?