Empty

Empty

 

I sit here, looking around, this empty room

It seems appropriate, under the circumstances

I feel as though my life has been drained

I get up, get the kids to school, and go to work

I eat when I am supposed to,

Sleep when I am supposed to,

Get dressed when I am supposed to

I have to keep myself on a clock

I have to fill all the hours of my day

Because when I stop moving

All I have to do, is think about you

I go out on weekends, like I should

I go out on an occasional date, like I should

I talk to my friends on the telephone, like I should

I have to appear to be okay

I can’t let anyone see me cry

I have to pretend that I’m okay without you

I do all of the things I need to do

But I don’t want to do any of them

I just want to curl up in a ball and wait to die

My mind is empty, my heart is empty

My life is empty, my bed is empty

I try to fill the void, but I can’t

It just gets bigger

I get down on my knees, and start to pray

I pray that God will relieve me of my pain

I may not have you, but I do feel better

 

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