unoccupied

The void. Empty like the bottle. Vacant like the new apartment. The hollowness in your chest. That’s what your looking at. Deserted. That’s what everyone’s looking at, or at least that’s what it feels like. Deserted once again by someone you loved, or should i say love? But this deserted feels different, unlike any other. The feelings your unsure will ever go away no matter how many times your hurt. Hurt by him or yourself? One look in the mirror & you have your answer. & that’s why this time is different. Some days are better than others, but what do you do when the days aren’t better. The uncomfortable feeling that this will never go away, clawing at your everyday life. You think you have control of your self but you don’t. You take a step back to look at the bigger picture, but there isn’t one. Mind over matter they say. Easier said than done. Especially when your not sure of yourself anymore. You’ve always been sure of yourself. Sure of what you wanted. & now your not because all you ever wanted didn’t want you. You felt & carried that pain everyday. Mixed feelings on walking away or fighting for what you want. You’ve always been a fighter, but maybe this time is to strong. To strong to continue going. Would the void still be there if i wasn’t here?