i feel like killing myself. it is ringing so hollow and so cold. it always return. it hurts so bad. but life is good. very good in fact. there is no need to weep. doting parents, friends, love. yet i cannot feel e love. my heart is fortified. impregnable. that it is so void. i do feel happy. but sadness never fails to return with a vengeance. so much so, i wished i would never feel happy. and fade into the monotony of life. what do you do when your heart is shattered so frequently. why do everyone seem to have a legitimate reason to be depressed when you dont. how do you describe something so elusive, yet so recurrent when e crushing pain is so wrenching. what do you say when you are silently crying over e phone and with a pain that burns your heart with ice. just what do you say when someone ask are you alright. no i m not. i m feeling terrible. it is hollow. how can you describe hollow. even when someone hug you with all e love in the world, you still feel no difference.
how e warm breadth remind how cold it really is.
and it begun to hollow within.
is e best label to describe
e wretchedness that intangible.
just how much can one be hollowed?