My Empty Shell

Darkness seeps in.

Consuming and destroying.

Leaving nothing behind.

Just an empty shell.

My empty shell.

I feel nothing.

It's as though I am sleepwalking.

It's as though I am already dead.

I struggle to even get out of bed.

I cannot look in a mirror.

This is my empty shell.

A picture of a stuffed animal hedgehog in a super hero mask and cape.

Fainting Goat

UT

15 years old

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    Four Years

    I'm scared.

    I can't believe we're here

    Again.

    I can't believe this is reality

    Again.

    Four years

    They say.

    It's only four years.

    But it's four years

    Of a living hell for me.

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    The Sorrow

    The sorrow I know

    Is like no other.

    It is too deep

    Too raw

    Too real.

    And as I stand here

    Within its everlasting clutches

    I find little bursts of hope.

    And these little burst of light

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