My Emptiness
i'm empty
for a minute
it doesn't hurt anymore
something to take my pain away
for a few minutes
it feels good
i've adapted to the pain my
suffering
is not that bad
but the doctors
say that i'm in
a bad state of mind
i don't know
i'm happy when i do this
i'm alive inside
it's almost like a hobby
a wholeness to my system
i know it's not normal
i'm like a drug addict
i need my fix
This poem is about:
Me