What is it that is going on?
Why is there a hole the size of Jupiter in my chest?
What is this pang I can't seem to fill out?
What is this void of that is bringing me pain?
Why does it hurt?
It seems as if there's a crack
And constantly a liquid is flowing out of it,
Is it blood? Pain? Sorrow? Grief? Heartbreak?
What is it actually?
I can't seem to make it out.
All I am aware of is that it hurts,
Hurts too much to even be able to bear it.
Damn, my head hurts too now,
It feels too much to bear.
The voices are too loud,
They are terrorizing me,
Haunting me,
Tiring me,
Draining the living lights out of me,
And all I can say is,
"I'm tired."
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PoetryOkay, so, I upload reels on Instagram and I'm thinking of changing the tempo of my account and for that, I'd be writing on Wattpad and then upload my original works on Instagram.
