Empty Delusions,.

Pouring all of me into empty voids of bodies too weak to live.
Sitting still at the bottom of their souls.
Sitting stagnant:
Lifeless.
Numb.

My Mother says we have people in higher places to protect us.
But in fact all we have is dry dirt.
Slipping through our fingers.
We have no moisture.
We are dehydrated, deflated, and parched.

I use to have passion inside of me but now all flames have burned out.
I am a shell of a person, wondering lost within a world.
A world too large.
A world too scary for me to force myself to be connected within it.

Once full of love and hope.
I am now only full of sorrow and anxiety.
Lunging over bathroom stalls,
Throwing up all the worries from inside of me.

And I'm so scared, I need a hand to hold but the one that holds me is so cold.
Both of us sitting static and silent.
The overwhelming feelings lingering in my stomach don't have the strength to outweigh
the emptiness within my mind.

We're all wasting infinite time.
Waiting for a miracle to fix our illnesses and minds.
But deep down I think we're all just deluded.