Empty

Empty shell with a mask
Doesn't know when this will pass
This drain of emotions
except for a clog here and there
that make me feel that I might still be here
Nothing but emptiness
The world's in grey and black
Except for the pain that always finds its way back
Red lines across my skin
the only color I know now
that makes me safe from this black hole of nothingness
at least for a litttle while
I see no light
I feel no hope
I have no heart
I cannot cope
Where do my emotions go?
Deep inside where I cannot reach?
or do they drip out
when for a repreive I do beseech?
I can survive anything but what's the point
When i do not want to?
What's the point when I feel like
I am being bombed again and again
until there is nothing left to defend
This mask hides my inner death well,
my depression and this pit of nothing I hold inside me
If people could see the real me
they would never make it out alive
..........
I didn't

Author's Note

Enjoy. Comments are appreciated

Reviews

[Undying Glory]

i must say, this poem is quite dark but still great. to quote a few lines:
" I see no light
I feel no hope
I have no heart
I cannot cope"
I really liked that part. nice