Why do I feel so hollow, where are my insides
Feeling empty, there’s nothing quite like this
My body’s a shell, an unwanted vacant home
The windows are covered and all the doors are locked
Plants haven’t been watered and webs appear
The lights are off and not a single person is welcomed
My chest feels hollow, like the bottle here soon
With the last drip of alcohol holding on to the glass
The brain feels disconnected from the rest of myself
The glorious moments of life that should make me happy
I can’t feel any of them, they aren’t processed
Passing of time as the leaves change on the trees
But yet I am desolate, like I’m lost in the seas