White Noise
Hollow
Inside, like an abyss into nothingness
The kind that pulls you in
The kind that makes you follow.
That inescapable tune, or ring, or voice
Drowning your reason and your hope.
I close my eyes and I hear the rain
I can hear every drop on the roof -
The constant tapping on the window
The constant voices in your head.
Maybe someday I can bring my friends’
Words away with me. But that way
Is much too hard to follow.
I can’t do much about the voices.
They’ve always been there
Vying for control.
I can’t find who I am.
I’ve given away too many pieces from myself
In hopes to see me in my world.
But I’ll never get back the ones I lost.
They’re gone
Just like the contents of my own shell.
Gone, forever gone.
The noise in my head will never clear up
But what will happen if I let it free?
Will they accept me like some damaged goods?
Enjoy the world around me? Ignore
The fact that I am
Hollow
The white noise in my dreams resonate
The emotions I lack.
I’m hollow.
I’m numb and in pain.
I’m hollow
But why does it hurt
I don’t have anything
Anymore.
