I once was HOLLOW like some of the people who still are:

I learnt
That there is a feeling deep inside that can only be felt by the resident inside.
I learnt
That the feelings of an empty man can't be felt by no body else but him.
I learnt
That they sometimes can't even be traced, until life has been ended by hands. Theirs or that of others.
I learnt
That affection they don't give well because affection they haven't really known.
I learnt
That desparate love they give in attempt to fill the inside that can't be filled by nothing else but peace with God first, with self second, and people last or otherwise HOLLOW they remain.
I...