There’s an emptiness I want to share with nobody.
An unknown feeling.
Yet, I shared it…..to feel at ease maybe!
But I don’t.
I suppose it’s still there within me trying to figure out what I’m yearning for.
I suppose it’s destructing me from inside or building my strong facade from outside.
BUT whatever I suppose is still a supposition which may or may not contradict in the end.
That’s so relatable. I wish I could write something like this before.
Can feel your emotions through these words.
I could grab your struggle by your poem. It seems to me as an “exact diagnosis” of it, in addition, in a form of a poem. This is the poets’ greatest treasure, I think so. To struggle, to mould it into a poem and to show it by a smashing power. Great! 👌❤