Empty

I feel the loss.

The hole inside.

It grows from the blow

Dealt by you.

I cant help what I am.

But you can.

You were.

Then you threw that shit right back at me.

The same as the rest.

Making me hurt inside.

You were filling that hole.

When you wrenched my salvation away.

I didnt know what to call it

When it dawned on me.

Empy.

By: Nathan Burriss