Still
I'm desperately broken
Clinging on to what's left of emotion
It just won't go away
Still standing next to me like my shadow in the day
And cold like the bed I can't fill alone
Where is this going
Not found, and I can't keep going
Still my mind as the fears wash over me
Locked in to an empty room
Going insane in the flood of nothingness
Fear me, I am but empt...
Friday 19th May 2017 11:48 pm
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