Empty Shell

When the sun goes down and the wind feels extra crispy. A sudden feeling emerges, a sudden gloom that blooms. A poisonous festering emptiness that hugs my soul. Why is it constantly creeping up despite valiant efforts? Fills you chest with a sulking weight then it travels all the way up to your eyes, flooding it with tears. You hope the tears will help ease the uneasiness but it just lingers like a stubborn weed. It's like your mortal body is here but your mind is underneath 6 ft down the ground. To the lowest of the low, where every sinking blow doesn't matter. You can't get hurt because you've been bashed several hundred times. I am a bruised soul with a non-healing mind, crippled with stark dejectedness. You try to drown the sorrow with ale but it only worsens it as it makes it 10x more potent. I am a mess of a human being, broken beyond repair. A fake that walks and talks pretending someone she is not. Building a person who is supposed to be stronger, funnier and more lively when in reality she's is nothing but an empty shell of a being.