I am dead, but I never died,
Because I never lived a life.
Empty on the inside,
What kind of person could I be?
Because there is nothing,
If your empty.
I know because I have it.
A deep hole no one can see.
That hole is everything thing I am,
That hole is empty.
But you pass by,
Trying to live your life,
You do nothing,
You just try,
And that is how I know,
You are empty,
You are empty just like me.
JE LEEST
Across My Mind
PoëzieSpontaneous poems I think of or that cross my mind. For me to share and yours to read.
