Hollow

I screamed but nothing came out.

My voice felt hollow.

I look up at the raining sky

Letting raindrops hit my eyes.

I pick up those white flowers

Crushing them in my palm.

I do it again and again

It reminds me of you.

I miss the words coming from your fingers

The digital messages of beautiful and awesome

You were to afraid to tell me to my face I pressume.

But it still felt the same.

The air that surrounds me smells rotten

Like dead souls littering the street

Their hearts ripped out making it reek

And greedy hands squeezing them until they explode

I sing this bitter song

It makes life black and white

The emotional photographs

Seem to overload

Sing me a love song that will make every girl cry

Write me a sonnet that makes me feel like Juliet

Touch my face like it is a need

Like it’s a drug

I screamed but nothing came out.

My voice felt hollow.

I looked up at the raining sky

Letting raindrops hit my eyes.