I sit empty,

people saying it is almost lunch time, your just hungry.

Yet after consumption, I sit empty.

Looking for outside arousal to heighten my life,

yet again I sit empty, Drowning in the confusion of these insecurities. 

So I stay in search of this life fulfilling happiness. 

Only every single time, realizing this high is temporary. 

I ask myself every day why to keep living?

Fighting these demons that run rampant in my mind,

and even more my heart. 

Tearing the love for oneself, making oneself seem empty. 



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