Do you ever have those nights

Where you just feel empty.

Like, a part of you is missing;

One in which no one can see.

This missing part is not physical

But is rather something you feel.

It causes a pain so tormenting;

A pain so surreal.

But yet you get enojyment from this pain; 

an oxymoron at its finest.

When the heart and brain feud

The two that cannot coexist.

You remember what you once had

Something you only previously dreamt.

But now that she is gone

From happiness — you are exempt.

 

But then you —

realize.

You have nothing.

You feel nothing.

You see nothing.

You are nothing.

All this time, just —

real lies.