Empty is hollow laughter and false smiles; pretending everything is okay when almost nothing is. Empty is pushing away the people who care about you and pining for the ones who don’t. Empty is saying you want something real but chasing an illusion. Empty is changing who you are for a kind word yet caring more about things than people. Empty is a sweetly overstuffed stomach and a mouth full of bile and lies; bingeing and purging your way through another day while you tell others how worthy they are and treat yourself like garbage.
Empty is not knowing who you are or where to turn.
Empty is my existence much of the time.
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