Broken Glass.
Hollow and dark

it is how I feel

but perhaps I just forgot to take my pills.

It's all in my head,

I say to myself

as I forget to live and lay in bed.

My chest is a void,

it absorbs everything you give

but it's never enough to live.

I just want to feel peace

but perhaps it is not my fate

to one day find that release.

Forever cursed

with a heavy chest

and a numb heart.

I observe life

through a broken glass.

© WeepingWillow