Ghost

There's this pressure that pushes outward from the inside of my chest.  Creepily thumping over my happiness.  It pushes all other emotions out of me.  My rib cage is being torn open by absolutely nothing.  I breathe so easily that it hurts.  Lungs and heart become nothing but colorful balloons.

I see, hear, and feel everything to be correct, but everything is wrong.  My logic is twisted.  I don't say anything and there is no response.  I'm awake and there is no rest.  I eat and there is no hunger.  I cry and so tears fall.  I say I'm happy and words come from my lips.  I feel the need to destroy.  I feel the need to create.

I hate and despise every ounce of my soul.  I wish my body evaporates into the air.

empty

I looked into the mirror and I didn't see a face.  I tried to show fear but there was no face to show it with.  I then proceed to expect myself to become alarmed.  But I felt so calm.  I felt so still.  I felt like nothing was inside of me.  I felt so empty

I feel so empty...  I feel so empty... I feel so empty inside

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God