empty hollow heart-
by emily sturgill dec 27,2014
empty hollow heart
as i fall apart.
there is nothing left
but madness here.
my insides are ugly
and i don’t wanna hear,
about The law of Attraction
or the power
of positive thinking.
i don’t want to hear
i choose to be victimized
i choose to be labelled insane
as if it was my choice
or some sort of fucked up game.
like why would i choose to be
something that makes
as if i merely thought more positively
i would not be completely
fucked up and crazy?
like it’s my attitude that needs fixing,
all the while I pop all these prescription pills
and drugs, to fix my negative attitude?
As if a car does not need gasoline to run?
Some people say, its just a “chemical imbalance” that gets in my way.
that if i take enough drugs, somehow i could be
someone to love?
if i lived in another time frame,
if i lived in a different culture,
i might have really been somebody
like a medicine doctor, or a prophet, or a seer
instead i am stuck, right over here, in a box
labelled crazy, caution, do not touch.
And all the positive thinking in the world
it just does not
“fix” people like “us”.