Jazz

Empty

Copyright, Jazz

The feeling of loneliness
had been inside me
for so long.
My heart is empty,
and filled with wounds.
Wounds that are still bleeding,
and some that are scarred.
My heart,
soul,
and mind
have lost meaning;
they have lost everything.
The will to live is almost nothing,
and that’s why i ask myself,
“Why keep living?”
The feeling of freedom can only be done with a knife or a lighter
to feel the pain.
The pain that is slowly killing me. To unleash the heavy burden,
that I wish were gone.
That’s
when
I
feel
free.

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