Emptiness

When nothing can touch my soul,

Nothing can make me feel the pain.

When nothing infatuates me,

I start to become empty

Once I made myself psychologically dependent just on myself,

I started losing some of my emotions for others,

I still love them but the strange thing is they cannot hurt me anymore.

I don't feel any sorrow, any pain from their actions.

When you love your family and friends

And somehow they did something you didn't expect or something that should have hurt you,

But you aren't feeling anything regarding those actions, it's strange.

Once you become psychologically dependent just on yourself, others cannot hurt you, you just feel empty then, when you were about to cry, you aren't crying. You are feeling just empty.

All you have right now is emptiness.

And this emptiness is deadly.

Imperfectly Beautiful Butterfly

Imperfectly Beautiful Butterfly

It has color, two wings.
One is quite smaller than another.
They were blank,
It thought that's a nice canvas
and painted it.
It painted galaxies on it
and some patterns of thought.
It became she after that.
She owns true imperfect colors
and knows
Someday she may loose it all
And still be Imperfectly Beautiful.