I feel empty most of the time...
Its the mundane day after day. Can he not feel my
emptiness ? I am a fraud. I hide behind my smile, I hide behind my invisible wall
My soul is dying with so much space and nothing to hold on too
I am missing something... the warmth of a true embrace
the fire of a real kiss
the love of an unmatched adoration.
Its never been there. Oh how I have yearned it, how I have lied to myself
wanting to see what was never there. How I have doubted myself, how I have blamed myself and how I have questioned my self worth, my self beauty,
I have asked...am asking myself...does he want me? Am I beautiful enough for him,
The feeling of not being wanted is great, but of not being desired is greater.
I feel like a chair, that stands still and accepts whatever is put on it. I am a living, breathing Abyss waiting to be looked into and discovered.