Empty Edges

I wander aimlessly Empty Through the halls. Every thing is so similar So different. I feel like a ghost In a life That isn't Mine. Going through the motions Of being something Not fully there. My mind races A mile a minute But the words I say

Express little Of my thoughts. What happened? Another peice of me Was shattered yesterday. I swore, I wouldn't Get hurt. I really, truely Thought I wouldn't. So why Am I still hurting? Why does it feel Like I have lost Everything When I gave

Nothing. Or so I thought. Or so I said. And now I sit here Empty. Contemplating. Confused. Where do I go from here? Because you can only Run so fast Before you hit An edge. And it all will crash upon you. Your only choice Is to face it

Or be pushed off that Edge. What now?

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