Empty

you know how you feel when you don't know how to feel?

I have always been curious about one thing:

What does it feel like to slash a blade across your skin?

Does it neutralize your pain from reality or does your feelings

become numb from too much aching?

Because these days I just want to try it,

and I have hidden all the sharp edges glinting

from the bright empty light shining upon this hollow shell of mine;

it seems appealing, to be honest, especially for this deserted soul.

And I must battle with my inner self--

from this overflowing ego and the tormented wings,

only a little and I might cross over the border of blood and tears.

Because these nights I can't sleep without torturing myself.

Author's Note

i just want to write anything that i can still pull out from my... unstable thinking.