Empty

Empty.
The good times I could have shared. The bad times I oftentimes dared.
Sitting alone as the world passes by, trying to stop these tears that I cry.
Empty.
When my gold heart lost its shine. When the soul of this man seemed to rapidly decline.
Walking aimlessly to ill fates, staring at the greener grasses that lie beyond the bolted gates.
Empty.
When the words I speak no longer make sense. The thoughts in my mind losing all substance.
When I give up all hope and don’t even try. I wake up every morning, just waiting to die.
Still empty.
Won’t someone please rescue me from the conflict in my soul that will surely be the death of me?
Is there anyone out there who can truly release my grip on this pain that I bear?
Running on empty.
I’m at the end of my rope. I need to find another outlet, or a better way to cope.
My friends don’t seem to ask, or even seem to care. I guess my only option is one dangerous dare.
Almost empty
Maybe it’s better this way. Life will still go on without me standing in its way.
One more time to do something great. One more time to produce another mistake.
Dead empty.
Looking down at the crossroad, still carrying the weight of this unholy load.
I need to do this. I owe it to myself. No more spilled tears. No more crying out for help.
Empty.
The hearts of the mother and father who weep as they lower the body of their son or their daughter.
No one told them they had a way out. No one kept them from filling their mind with doubt.
Never empty.
Listen to the words that I say. No one in this world is guaranteed a sunny day.
Open your eyes and let the truth shine in…don’t kill something before it ever gets a chance to begin.

Very nice :)

Thank you :)