There’s a certain level of emptiness inside that I can’t write about, I have tried– I tend to come up short, does anyone else feel this sort of thing? I feel like there’s a piece of me that I should be throwing away, or is it because I don’t know how to keep anything for myself? Heavy lies the heart that gives too much, too often. Maybe I’m too emotional, but it’s still there. One second everything is fine, the very next all hell breaks loose. Am I doomed to feel this sort of thing? Alas, there’s this haunting feeling creeping down my spine, there’s a hand piercing its way out from inside of my chest– I don’t want to live is a mantra for some days, does it go away? If so, how?