Vacant Heart
I'm living
every day
wishing
that I
wasn't
because
my chest
is empty
and
so am I.
My heart
has been replaced
by vacancy,
numbness.
I am
overcome
with
the absence
of emotion.
Here I am,
alive
and unwell,
and although
I can't feel it,
my hidden heart
must
be
beating.
But
I'm living
every day
wishing
that it
wasn't.
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