Fullfilled. Poem by Brianna Herman.

All these plans that were made

All these lines that were written

Just a waste of a line

This anger has risen

The pen and the ink

The typing of the keys

not a blink of an eye,

nor an ear to my cry

You let hatred rise instead,

Like a hollow tree, empty, but not yet dead.

How can people act like they're so happy all the time

Surely, it's not just me, who can't handle this climb

I'm sick of heartbreak,

Sick of all the lying, the people who are fake.

I'm sick of wanting something more

I want this emptiness inside of me, can't it be filled?

Love's not a comptetion, but it stops just short of war

I want this to be gone, I want to just feel fullfilled.