Hollow, with no better words to describe it.

Weightless, with bones of helium

But weighed down by the mind.

Ask yourself this;

Are you really sad if you can’t cry?

Or are you desensitized to the misery after years,

Years,

Of enduring it?

The familiarity of unimportance,

The comfort of discomfort.

Truly,

What is one’s worth

When one is so

Easily

Forgotten?