i want to feel something.
sometimes emptiness is worse then pain.
it’s not a void, it’s not a hole, it’s just an empty shell of what should be me.
waiting for something that isn’t coming.
because the world only see’s your shell anyways.
“empty” is invisible to the naked eye.
we see what’s there, not what’s missing.
we see the pain.
so what do you do when there isn’t any?