Counting Days

Today I felt empty, with each passing hour the void consumes my mind, I don't feel.

I didn't sleep last night, I went from a feeling of fury and power to an empty pit. No food, or drink will fill this hole, as the more you throw to the beast the fatter it gets.

Being midday I can't help but feel as if I am starting to become the void myself, my family does nothing but argue, but who could blame them? The times we are in would make anyone lose their shit.

It's now nighttime, I can feel my body ache from exhaustion, with every bit of hope I receive about the events around me, it all gets sucked away, leaving only traces of memory's to happy times

I fall asleep with a blank face, and an unending pit in my soul.