I am empty, rotting from the inside out. I feel stale and rotten, like they're should be maggots crawling around on me or something. I want to cry, because I haven't in so long. And in my dreams, when I am drowining in my own tears, there is someone there holding me with their head held high above my mess. But my body is filled with nothing, so how am I still speaking?

But I feel the day that love went away, creeping deep into my skin and making itself a nice bed to stay. And I want it back so badly, even once, just so I know it is mine again.

No one is around. No one.