get better

In the halls of my thoughts
I think nothing.
In the waves of my brain
There is nothing but pain.
And I'm told
That it gets better.
I'm so young that
It has to get better.
But it’s been seconds, hours, days
and now years.
if it’s supposed to get better
Why is it that i still can't feel?
I'm left with nothing
I'm filled with nothing
And I've tried to call for help
But I get nothing
I try to fight for myself
But which self am I fighting for anymore?

get better Stories by Noelle

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