Empty

Imagine everything has been piled on top of you. What do you feel?

Sometimes there are times,
When you just feel...
Nothing.
An emptiness.

Emotions can be pushed aside,
A hindrance to self.
Though necessary,
They can be taken from us.
We are left as hollow shells.

Human guise,
Devoid of soul.
This is not how it should be.

I want to feel happiness again.
Sadness, anger, hate.
Anything but this.

Just one teardrop,
One fist-shaped hole in the wall.
One scream.

Please God.
I want to feel human again.