Empty.
Empty my soul echoes hollow and deep
not sure how much is left of me
I'm quite sure I'm empty. A forgotten me.
The me you drenched and torn apart.
You took ME away but I still stayed and endured the pain
all awhile you emptied me.
When i was full i once believed you made me complete
now i know i simply gave myself away I loved you too much
You love me to less now I'm trapped in confusion looking for the rest
of me. So for everyone hoping to love me
pass me by I am an abstract version of me with heavy baggage
handbags clutches full of distrust ,suitcases full of worry
hurt and pain bags so full
while my soul is an empty hole.
One of which you once made whole
but I am no longer concrete
just an abstract version of me
I am empty. What have you done to me?
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