20 April 2012
This feeling is awful. To be forgotten is tough. Empty I feel. The emptiness I can't reveal. My head aches from the lack of sleep. My heart throbs for at least a care. I can't hide my emotions no more. The talented flapper in me has ceased. What part of me aches? I've become immune to what I used to know as pain. This broken shell can't be repaired. The eyes of the wicked turned their sight away from me. For they know they already have me. The spirit in me is crying out, but know one will come.
Empty • Opuss № I