Hollow.
I feel hollow on the inside. The only way out is suicide. At least, the only way I think. Haven't thought to visit a shrink. Maybe that's my issue. The fact my immediate reaction is to pierce my tissue. I look to my left. Then to my right. This life I'm trapped in is such a fright. Nobody to love, nobody to hold,all I feel inside is cold. I just want to drown my self in pill bottles. There is nothing inside of me. I am hollow.
IF YOU ARE THINKING OF ENDING IT ALL DON'T. THERE IS A WAY OUT. Call 1-800-273-8255 FOR HELP.
This poem is about:
Our world