Hollow

Written this months back. Talks of my battles with depression and self-injury

Hollow

There was a constant ringing
Couldn’t point where
Things were becoming confusing
No exact place to stare

I’m uneasy in my own skin
A stranger to my own thoughts
I can’t tell you where it’s hurting
But it’s starting to burn more

The downward spiral felt never ending
I was consistently failing things
Couldn’t get a grip of my feelings
But couldn’t give up the instinct to live

I feel desperate for comfort
Some way to help me breath
I want the emotions under control
I wish to get a grip

The urges feel familiar
And the voice in my head sings
That harming my own body 
Would somehow make me feel
 

Author's Note

comments don't need to be praises. i accept criticism too

Reviews

[darem aq.]

i like the fact that u stick to the meaning... no diversion what so ever.. its good.. but try infusing other perspectives and approaches ! it'll make it a masterpiece indeed.. thumbs up