I can feel everything,
All the pain and heartache,
Every moment of torture endured.
Yet, all that’s present is emptiness.
I thought to be empty was freedom,
I was wrong.
It’s when you’ve felt so much,
That every inch of you has been taken,
All that’s left is the trauma felt.
I am a shadow of my former self,
Any little bits that have returned,
It’s only when I can recognise myself,
That the emptiness will dissipate.
Only then I can be me.