I'm so tired.
I hate my shame.
I want to fall at your feet and cry.
And maybe be free.
God I need you.
My being thirsts for real life
and to be freed from all that is trite.
I hate how all of these words feel hollow
and empty,
less than nothing and without meaning.
I miss the days of sun and light
because now I hide.
I hide from the horrors of the light
because of how it burns
and makes life light.
Being hollow burns too.
It's just life, you know?