Why do I feel this way?
I should be happy.
I have everything going for myself.
But yet this other feeling forever chases towards me.
Forever shadowing my every movement,
My every thought,
My every emotion.
Consuming anything that gets in
Its way of capturing my heart.
It wants to be sure I forever feel
Its presence. Its emptiness.
Be sure to scratch at my heart
Until the gashes are its pathway
To the holes in my heart, which have
Become its doorways.
I'm getting tired, oh so tired,
Of this emptiness that threatens
To implode me.
Why can't I stay happy?
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