Saying I'm more than empty
is a cruel kind of crime
Trying to fix it,
nothing more than a waste of time.
I cry because I can't stop
trying to fix it
would be a huge flop
The only thing I know is how to pretend
It can't be like this,
this can't be the end.
I'm scared I turned out weak
Forced to deal and confused with being meek.
My heart is broken
its destroyed.
I feel empty
not much is going to replace this void.
I try to smile
to hide the frown
this is what I get
this is the upside to being down.


© Yolanda Curiel 2010