What is left
In this tank of life
Strapped to my shoulder
What is left
As it blinks blood red
Error.
It's glitching.
In desperate need to be filled again
But I have nothing left
Besides
There's a rip in it
So any and all things
Slip through
So what's the point
I'm just another nothing
A space between somethings
And now I know that I have lost
Everything I needed
To combat the memories
Because who am I
Now
Now that I am not the only thing I ever was
YOU ARE READING
he/him/you
Poetry[completed] some half assed thoughts i've had about unrequited love and unnecessary hope shattering revelations
