11.O1.12 i want this emptiness to go away... it's this hole inside my chest that i just can't seem to fill... i can forget about it temporarily, y'kno, maybe stuff it with food eat til i'm chuck full and tired so that i can fall asleep and just shut out the whole world but i stand in front of a mirror later and leer at my fat, my stretch marks and dimples in disgust and the hole...packed with emptiness...comes back so i decide to go out and shake my ass somewhere that the music is too loud somewhere that the bass is too heavy somewhere that i cannot hear my thoughts somewhere there's too many people for me to feel alone somewhere where the music moves my hips as i rock & dip & ride somewhere where i can find my niches and let the feeling, let the rhythm take me high take me away for the night as i hypnotize a stranger, watch the wonder in his eyes as i turn & walk away... but that only lasts for so long and i find myself at the end of the night back in my bed all alone with me & my thoughts & this empty feeling that i'll never get used to or maybe i'll end up in a bed that doesn't belong to me not looking for idle chatter or games nor cuddling nor making out nor making love looking for someone that can fuck this pain away but it makes me feel it makes me feel it makes me feel it makes me feel for a couple of heartbeats a couple of minutes maybe a couple of hours or a day or two but it remedies this empty for short periods of time & then i'm back to it, living with it, trying to avoid this crevice, this hole, this emptiness that seems to be filled with ice & it's chilling my soul it's freezing me it's making me so cold that i'm numb & i can't feel so i'm empty & i can't get rid of it & on top of all that my coping mechanisms suck... so i'll just grin and bear it because i'm a big girl & i'll be fine... eventually. |
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