Hollow describes it all.

Empty and hollow

No one to blame but myself

This pain re-emerges

My insecurities are off the shelf

What is it is me

That can’t come to terms

Why must I die

Before I can learn

The bright side of suffering

I haven’t seen it yet

Only the chaos resides

And thoughts of constant torment

I want to let go

But I don’t know how

I’m becoming what I hate

I’m becoming disemboweled

If something could save me

I would let it in

Acceptance and surrender

Won’t budge an inch

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