it's empty.

i am empty.

well, it's call emptiness.

indeed, my mind, heart and soul are empty.

it have been a while actually, this emptiness.

not that i'd ignore it,

but somehow, i get used to it.

like, it's me.

it's deep in me.

like i am empty.

yes, it can be in a good way,

but seriously,

how can crying and getting hurt over silly things are good?

so, empty did me bad-ly.

i wish, i just wish,

i can be somebody. but then again,

what if that somebody is not a person that i like?

then, i'll end up, wishing to be other person.

the cycle will continue.

and it's empty.

i'll go and sleep.

with this emptiness mind of me.

with hope this will go away.

with hope i'll be okay.

with hope, i'll be me, again, minus the empty.

coz i need a reminder, of how me is me,

without the emptiness.

Thank you myself, for being such a good listener to your own problems.

coz when no one else is here, i know the me inside me,

will always be here, forever.