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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