Do you know what empty feels? How could you?
To be surrounded by so many but be empty too
I wait at the park for long, no one will arrive
No attempt to speak to me, let alone strive
You sit at a table for 2 or more but eat alone
All by himself has this tree, of misery, grown
You shout for help but you echo around
There is no one to help you off the ground
You sit for days within the mud and you weep
Who can, in the depths of earth’s hell, sleep?
My spine shivers as I feel goosebumps arise
Do not cry, I am dead, now only my soul cries
– July 25th, 2019