A Silent Emptiness

Nothing fills the void I have inside my heart,
It fills with hate to make myself feel complete,
It empties out when a memory of you comes across me.

I can't hate it, but I don't accept this feeling of emptiness,
An uncomfortable feeling pressures me to feel something once again,
A thousand thoughts, a thousand thoughts to create an emotion I long to feel for,
Still I question what it even is.

This unwelcomed presence,
My conscience lays awake,
While my heart stays sound asleep,
Not one beat to disturb the silence that has grown over the days.

And if my heart came to beat again,
It would break the barriers of silence,
it'd echo for centuries.
But of course,
my heart isn't near close to beating.

Till then I'll wait,
To be filled,
Till then I'll be the living dead,
Walking without a pulse,
Till then I'll remain silent,
To observe who will make my heart beat again and break the barriers of silence.