Empty

I feel a little hollow,

like there is a hole where my heart used to be.

Ripped out by my own hands

to avoid pain and suffering from another.

Maybe it's better to be numb

than to feel the weight of everything.

So I'll just stay where I am,

keep those around me at arm's length,

not allowing others to see the damage

that is already done.

I don't want to be seen as a passion project,

I don't want to be fixed.

So please, let me be

my empty self.