I’d actually managed to forget what hollow meant, but hello– again– emptiness.
It’s not just that, of course; when it rains it pours.
Empty and useless and harmful.
Stupid and weak and obnoxious.
Yes, hi there–
Tired and wired and failing.
Well, it can’t all be smooth sailing I suppose–
Painful and wasteful and clumsy.
Willful and pitiful and stumbling.
Okay, sure, yes, but–
Just look how fast you’re crumbling.
Hey wait a minute, I’m–
Don’t you ever get tired of denying it? You’re wasting your time, just give in and start crying again.
From your head to the tips of your toes, from your blood to your brain to your bones, you are empty.
No, no, that way of thinking is a mistake, I really need–
All you’ll ever know how to do is take. There is nothing to hold you together; you feed on others and when they’re empty you wonder what’s happened?
That’s not true, when did you start–
You’re not smart, you know. Not pretty. Not funny. Not kind or fun to talk to. What good are you? What do you have?
I’m not that bad–
Nothing. You have, and you are, nothing. Empty.
Right. I’d forgotten.
As if you ever could.