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AD Snail Sep 2016
Sinking deeper into my sorrow,
I’m letting it take control because I’m done with it all.
Had enough of all of the divine wine,
That I shall never taste.

I’m sick of trying to break free of these chains,
Sick of seeking for something more than I’ll ever receive.
I’m tired of trying so hard to get back up on my feet,
Even though I know I’ll never be able to do.

So I let everything take me, I stop my fighting
And trying and seeking, I’m tired, I’m done.
I’ll let all of the darkness I have been fighting so long, to take me and make me a hollow being.
AD Snail Sep 2016
Heart made of coal,
Is cold and ******,
No emotions ever pump themselves in it.

A heart that is a feather,
Its so light; weightless,
Because there are no emotions, holding it down.

Empty and hollow, on the inside,
No one dares to even try,
To fill it up with something.

Words carved in it of past emotions,
Because there are no longer any emotions,
In this old empty heart.
AStarsHeartbeat Aug 2016
Lately she's been having these thoughts,
These feelings and emotions building,
Uncontrollable and unwarranted they stack,
So strong, they stand tall and unyielding.

Despite her best efforts to reign it in,
Her anger breaks through the wall,
Rearing up blindly like a frightened colt,
Unjustly snapping at those who fall.

And the green eyed monster wants to play,
After being locked up for so long,
The bonds people have while it sits there alone,
Makes the feelings she feels unbearable strong.

As quickly as it came, the anger runs,
The jealousy turns coward as well,
The heat from the hate slowly dies down,
Until there's nothing left to tell.

Then, like a dam too pressured to hold,
The cracks of regret start to show,
Only when alone can the water break through,
Only when alone can the tears freely flow.

As the tears trail paths down her face,
Ad stain her cheeks with sorrow,
All her emotions drain from within,
Until at last she becomes hollow
Phia Aug 2016
You turned my hollow bones
Into a loving home
Raghu Menon Aug 2016
It is just blank
empty
void
hollow
just noise
just nothing, but
idiotic and
stupid
...
..
.
the promises
the poor get
..
.
the News channels...
and the news readers
..
.
the life
of the ordinary
..
.
the politicians
and their doings
..
.
the schools
and the "education" they provide
..
.
the food
the tastes of the poor
..
.
the health
and health factories (hospitals)
..
.
the relations
and the value systems
..
.

It is just blank
empty
void
hollow
just noise
just nothing, but
idiotic and
stupid
...
..
Julia Mae Jul 2016
.
do you feel
my
hollow loneliness
screaming at you
from across
the world?
I've been too sad/unmotivated to update lately.
Spike Harper Jul 2016
I have lost.
Count.
Or stopped.
Counting..
On others.
I exhale.
To dispell.
Hopeless.
Nights.
As i drag.
Heavy.
Feet.
To.
Ward.
The darkness.
I fall.
Tier after.
Tear.
To tare.
A.
way.
Sadly.
Division wins.
Again.
Ovid Jun 2016
I can't grow when every outcome is the same

I've been no one's priority
So why should anyone be for me?
Wasting time has wasted mine
How going with the flow has only gone smooth in my mind

Jagged rocks and clustered thoughts
Cold outcomes have always been my fault
Expecting torment is how I get ready for disappointment
My boys are all I need for companionship and enjoyment
Fairy tales are lies and I won't die searching for it
Ovid Jun 2016
In the prologue of relapse
I realized my last time was my last

Back when more things weren't right
I'd escape in the night
And put myself somewhere in the clouds
Emptiness embraced me
Nothing has changed lately
Dead leaves were covered in white and brought greener trees

Back? Oh God I'm not going back
Now... I know where I want to be but just don't know how
Alone. Just accept I'll die forever being on my own
Jack Thompson Jun 2016
What do you write about when you don't quite feel broken.
**** ****, lost my only inspiration.
I can't write for **** when it's not painful and emptying.
Without the feelings of love and sorrow.
These words aren't **** just hollow.

I know I feel lonely these days.
I start to write about it but look.
I get to the end of 3 verses and feel like a crook.

It was meant to be something but it twisted into nothing.
Kinda like this garbage.
Guess that's why they call it art right.
Its ugly and pointless but someone will find inspiration in my emptiness.

I know that's a long shot.
But if its justification I need.
It's all I've got.
© All Rights Reserved Jack Thompson 2016
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