I don't know when I lost myself
There was never a "beginning"
Always a continuation
I cannot look back
And describe the feelings I once felt
Because during times like this
I want to feel nothing at all
When you've lost so much around you
And so much of yourself
Is there anything that will ever fill that void again?
YOU ARE READING
Void
Poetryyou know the drill by now, some splash poetry I wrote in a Walmart parking lot while crying
