I’m running— Chasing endless, unfinished desires. From one void to another, like a journey with no destination. I once believed that someday, I would be whole… That fulfillment would embrace me like a warm sunrise. That love, recognition, and belonging would one day be mine. But today, standing before the mirror, I see the truth— I am hollow. There’s a thunderous silence echoing within me, A roaring emptiness that no one hears. Everything I’ve gathered along the way— Relationships, accomplishments, admiration— They’re nothing but illusions, Mirages of meaning that vanish when touched. Now I understand— I am a metaphor without form, A nameless, faceless entity sculpted out of emptiness. I exist, but not entirely. I breathe, but often forget why. My reflection is just a tired shadow of who I thought I’d become. My soul is stitched together with unanswered prayers and unspoken grief. I feel like a frame with no painting, A poem with no closure, A voice that keeps whispering in silence. I don’t know who I am anymore— Or what I’m still trying to find. Maybe I’m just a collection of unmet needs, A quiet tragedy dressed in smiles, A wound disguised as strength. Still, I keep moving… I keep writing, Because perhaps that’s all I have left— My words. My silent screams turned into poetry. This emptiness may consume me, But until then, I’ll keep pouring my soul Into verses no one may understand… Because in pain, I find the only truth I know. And in that truth—I exist. . . . #InnerVoid #EmotionalHealing #SilentStruggles #HealingThroughWords #UnspokenPain #MentalHealthMatters #HeartfeltThoughts #SoulReflections #FindingMyself #emptinessinside