How It Pains Me To Feel Empty, A Poem

You could twist and turn it as much as you’d like, my darling
But the truth is, it wouldn’t change how it all feels on the inside

If one could paint their face happy, it’d be as easy as picking out
colorful pens and a clean, paper surface, or a new book to read

The mind is tragically overloaded, always heavy in thought 
And the heart, it is seemingly forever lost within, seeking a miracle

No amount of quick fixes could possibly alter your brain permanently, unless you’ve found a cure for misery, which I’m sure you haven’t, and a lot of people have tried, but failed


And it’s not a person’s first choice, do you really think their mind cares what advice or wisdom you might add to their list of manuals to read? No, of course it doesn’t

And it’s not because the person in mind doesn’t like seeing the care in front of them

It’s something deeper than just reading between their lines and transparent smiles 
Don’t worry, it pains them just as much as it pains you to see how it all is

How it pains me to feel empty, not knowing what I am worth as a person
Or what incredible things I could achieve if I just had a little bit of faith in myself
And my potential, not just for other people’s sake, but most of all, for my own closure


My heart is grateful, it always was and gratitude will show
As strength becomes a little easier to digest

But until that day comes, please, just be patient with me, I’m only human.

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