My void

I lay stripped down to the bone
I lay forsaken in dark silence
I feel so shattered
Fallen
Hurt
Hand in hand with my own lonesome

Cause I'm guilty of drawing illusions
That now like blades cut me inside
Guilty of seeking in vain
Something that could bring me to life

Inside I feel so crumbled
Cause never been good enough
Inside I feel so shattered
Cause this void eats me alive

And I'm guilty of drawing illusions
That now like blades cut me inside
Guilty of seeking in vain
Something that could bring me to life

 

Hi friend, it's a sad poem, good but pretty sad. I claim you to stand up and strenght your will. The sun comes out, you can fill up your void with life cause it'll always have an appointment with you. I hope you r doing ok.
All the best, Mike.