Empty, that's how i feel.
These blank pages stare at me and beg to be filled
What do i draw?
What do i write?
I got no passion in me
I got no joy
No hope
Nothing but the abyss of your absence.
When did it happen?
Since when did i need someone to be who i am?
Helping them, making them smile, living for them, it used to be natural for me.
Now, it feels like a task; like its a burden to be me.
Yet, it makes sense
How can i spread happiness when i ain't got it inside me?
Where did it get lost, i wonder?
Maybe it's safe with you.
Then, it's a lost cause for me.
I'll never get you back.
I'll never get me back.
