Emptiness

Emptiness

The bedroom looks empty
Is it really, or is it just the emptiness inside me?
It’s true, it echoes
But does it really answer to some kind of call?

It doesn’t take long to spot the deep feelings
They are so big they can’t be hidden
But the emptiness involves everything
Making it all disappear from sight and feel

All the talks , all the dreams
They keep coming back time and time again
They are intense and choke me
They are strong and they consume me

It just gets to a point
Where you want it all to be over
But then you think: is it really necessary?
To end it all, isn’t it just a form of running?

Every call, every scream
They take away some part of me
Always with emotion, never with emptiness
But then why do I feel empty all the time?

The only shelter comes with mockery and jokes
This kind of humour makes me wonder: are you even truthful?
Is that really how you feel?
Never mind, keep it up, no one will notice it.