Emptiness.
Endless possibilities,
No motivation.
Something unexplored,
But there's no one to explore it.
It's just empty.
Try to fill it,
But there is no desire.
It can be beautiful,
But mainly daunting.
So easy to ruin,
With anything.
It's so hard to understand.
Difficult to realize.
You'd do anything to be rid of it,
Then you feel like you need it.
Ruin the emptiness,
Then search for more.
Our own unmotivated, empty days.
So terrible,
Lonely,
Yet we want then,
When we don't have them.
Such a conundrum.
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Believes Me
PoetryJust a book of random poetry, short stories, and whatever else I felt the need to write. Enjoy I guess :^) Completed.
