Emptiness Feeds on Humanity

September 10, 2017

I need something,

Something to make me feel human again,

To stop the thoughts sworling in my head.

To fill the emptyness that is taking over in my chest.

I need something that makes me feel again.

I can't focus on anything.

Every thing is so dissatisfying,

It feeds the emptiness.

The emptiness eats away at my humanity,

Until there is nothing left.

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