Hollow

You are nothing but an empty vessel,

a shell of a person not worthy of the skin that holds you together.

You forge concern from that cave you call a chest and expect people to believe your compassion isn’t fake.

You don’t fool me. your flesh is lucid and i see right through you.

Tell me one thing that makes you human, prove to me that you have a heart and that you don’t need machinery to pump the blood around, because as of right now, that is the only way you could possibly be alive.

You are a sham and everything you stand for i could recreate in seconds, but i don’t wish to manipulate people as you do.

I am not your puppet, not anymore and never will i succumb to that position again.

You don’t control me, does it kill you to know that? Can you even feel pain?

Do you lack that much self worth that you need to drain others of theirs?

You are a tragic waste of space and your organs are not even worth donating, I wouldn’t wish them upon anyone. They’re past dead already.

I’m glad i got this off my chest, I’m hoping It’ll crush yours.

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