Empty MeBy:
Karamy Ford
Life has passed
at least for a day
but that's the price I must pay
Pay for my sorrows
Pay for my fears
And at the end of the day,
these debts are paid with my tears
Falling asleep with nothing
Waking to the same
People playing with my feelings
As if it were a game
Some call it "depression"
Others say "stress"
But no, it's just me-
Alone with my emptiness
Just me here in my mind
a dangerous place
And yet nobody notices
The confusion behind my face
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