I used to feel sad; I used to cry. I used to feel frustrated; I used to scream. I used to feel disappointed; I used to write. But right now, I don't feel anything anymore. All I feel is this profound sense of emptiness, almost as if there's a physical hole in my heart. I can't cry; the tears wouldn't come. I can't scream; our voices are drowned out by bigger things in this world anyway. I can't write; my inspiration is running dry as I sink into this never-ending abyss.
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I see their hands reaching out for me,
trying to pull me out of this eternal state of damnation.
I want to hold on to them,
but all I know is trepidation.
And then amidst the tepid gestures,
He stretches out His arm and offers liberation.
But as I inch a step towards Him,
fear grips me and breaks my resolution.
Maybe one day I'll find the courage,
to love and be broken and to love again.
But till then I'll keep floating in this sea of Whisky and Gin,
so that I may be on top of my pain.
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