Void

There have been too many days
Where I want to crawl into bed
And never come out
Sorrow hovering 
Along with a whisper
Of how it would be so much easier
To just get out now

(I am all hollowed out)

There have been too many days
Where I don't want to go out
I weigh the importance of every social event
How many can I miss before anyone notices?

(Turns out more than I thought)

There have been too many days
Where I pull the curtains shut
And curl up into a ball on the couch

I want to 

Forget

Forget 

Forget

I don't remember how to operate
I'm not even real anymore

(I thought emptiness wasn't supposed to hurt this much)