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Hollow
by
Jonathan Isenor
Don’t know where it went
Don’t know when it’s coming back to me
Don’t know when it left me
Don’t know why it left me
All I know is that one day it was gone
And I was empty inside
It didn’t matter what happened
I was still empty inside
It didn’t matter how hard I tried
To get excited about the good things in my life
I couldn’t and still can’t
I feel lost and confused at times
I feel it coming back sometimes
But then it’s gone again
And I’m left with nothing inside
I’ve lost part of myself
That I don’t know how to get back
That scares me
The fact I’ll never be the same again
Really scares me
Like a tree
With a layer of bark
Branches with leaves
Sap running throughout
But inside nothing
I’m hollow.
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