Empty

Empty
Part 1 of 2 poem series

Void and Empty,
There's no light,
No noise,
Nothing,
Just the silent hate,
That builds and builds,
So silent,
Invisible,
You dont even notice,
Not a single thing,
Not the constant whispers in your head,
Not the adrenaline you get,
Not you thinking of how to exact revenge,
Not the clenching of your fist,
And not the mad-man you've become.

Dark and cold,
No small candle,
To give you even the slightest of warmth,
Nothing at all,
Just the source of this cold,
The overwhelming depression,
That you left alone,
It's bigger than you can yet know,
You don't know it's there,
You've never noticed a thing,
You having to cry yourself to sleep,
Or dwelling on the past,
Not noticing the constant sleepless nights,
Or the empty space you crave to fill,
But you seem to notice the scars on your arms.