Empty

by Jo   Mar 2, 2005


This is what I am
I joke
I smile
But inside I am dead

You see me and I smile
I joke around and play
Outwardly I am happy
Inwardly I am dead

I feel like a surgeon
Has opened me up
removed my heart
And replaced it with mud

All I want to do
is curl up in a ball
and then maybe it will come
An end to it all

But I will stay this happy Jo
That you have all come to know
But inside there is nothing
just skin and bones.

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  • 18 years ago

    by HansRik

    Great poem! Very pessimistic, but incredibly powerful. Thanks for sharing. Read some of my work one day.