I'm Hollow

I’m hollow in the quiet hours, where my thoughts echo louder than the world ever cared to listen.

I’ve poured pieces of myself into places that never held me, left warmth in hands that never stayed.

Some nights, I feel the emptiness blooming soft, patient, like it has been waiting its whole life to claim me.

I try to fill the spaces I’ve lost, but everything slips through light, touch, memory, hope leaving only the shape of who I used to be.

And still, I stand in the dimness, breathing through the quiet ache of being here, yet not fully whole.