Hollow by Crimson Quintessence

A magnitude of emotions well up inside me like tides in the ocean

You lit me up, started a notion, that we would last, like loves magic potion.

Yet, here I sit, feeling so hollow and broken inside, unable to swallow.

The lies you told, so cold, so shallow, crushed me inside, your actions were so hollow.

Promised me things that I just could not have, Like the white picket fence and a multitude of happiness.

I gave you everything I had and you always wanted more.

Your anger and jealousy hurt me to the core.

Over-powered by your rage, locked my emotions in a cage.

Then, the beatings came along with the pain.

Trying to master control but the pain took its toll

You thought I was dead, left me in the shed, screaming pain in my head.

Left me there to rot, all but forgot.

I survived you so I could deny you.

Now, you sit in a cell to rot, curled up on a tiny cot.

All you can do is wallow

How the hell could you be so damn hollow?


Originally written on August 8th, 2017 by Gillian Gibson aka Crimson Quintessence.


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