Empty Stories

Where do you go when love diesWhat do you do when your heart criesWhere do you turn when there’s no one thereThe nights are lonely with no one to holdDays seem longer and so very coldWho do you go to when you have something to shareFriends gather round to try to consoleBut something is missing, you're not wholeThat special someone that will always careYou made me laugh, and brought me new lifeNow my world is bare and full...

Blank. I stare vacantly. At thesewhite-washed walls. Blank. Driving myself upon them. Insane. White. They say it's a colourof purity. I say it's you goingblank. Insane. Slowly dying. That's me. Death. It's got its arms outwide. Blank. Insane. That's me. I'm an empty shell. Hollow. Faceless people. Bustling around my room. I don't hear you.Blank. Insane. That's me; hollow. Emotionless. Imagine. The feel of the blade. Brief...

"I love you" softly whispering to him, the warm tears rolling down my cheeks. "I know you do baby and I care for you," whispering back, pulling me close to him and holding me tight. "What did I do?" "Nothing baby, I just don't want you anymore," kissing my cheek, before pulling away. Feeling a pain in my heart, thinking back, trying to figure out where it all changed. Looking into the eyes of the man I love, only to find...

I go to the bar and within two hours I leave. Something about all those people who’ve been looking at me, It's too much company; way, way too much companyso I walk home alone except the passing drunks and trees, go back to a place where no eyes can bother me where I’m shaking on a bathroom floor head unseen, hacking till my insides move and burst through skincovering everything. Sleep it off where I’m safe at least till t...