Feeling Hollow
Like a husk of my self
Sunken eyes
A window to my soul
Revealing the void inside
No more tears to cry
No more asking, “Why?”
’cause it ain’t 2009 no more
Everything in your life’s a bore
Wishing to sail away from this shore
Castaway
Wilson won’t even play
What can I even say
To who replies only “Nay”?
Do I even want to make a raft?
I’ve never been good at arts & crafts
Besides, what’s even out there?
Other than more disappointment
Like a wife who already remarried
And a life I’ve grown oh~so weary