Nothing left to me

I have felt a lot of this myself. I can relate. I wonder what's left for me? I love poems that ask questions, because I myself, am a deep thinker and analyzer of life and everything around me. The hardest things to get over, are not the hurdles that present themselves in life, but those obstacles that come from within. Those are the hardest of all to conquer...This is reading list material, and as such will make it there. :)  

Your words have left much for me to think about..Its and honor to be a voice in your list
I hope you one day you and i can both overcome those obstacles.. and witness what is left :) thankyou

Its so weird how certain things really bring u back to a certain time in life. times of year usually does it to me..like the beginning of a season. nice

ye it happens to me alot durring the fall and winter

ME TOO. Early summer mornings for some reason too. Rainy fall days not so good memories hey at least it goes with the whether.lol

This is beautifully put.

"What’s the point of living
When nothings left…?"

I ask myself this often, the only reason I'm alive is so I don't hurt the ones I love.

I hope you can find peace.

This is my first venture for comment. I find the writing haunting in that it conveys the feeling of emptiness.It is I find difficult to describe such feelings ,the whole text must be truly empty

Thats exactly what i was going for. thankyou for the comment :)

loved reading your work
its very deep with emotion

Sometimes in long periods and sometimes in short. I think we feel most empty bc everything is so vast; so much to grasp, understand, know, feel, to want... etc.

It surely makes one wonder what is Right for oneself: the purpose, the reason, the point? Concluding almost always that everything is meaningless and nothing matters hence an empty vessel in a world filled with other empty vessels :s

I view it as an illusion and just a introspective lapse we experience to further gain an unattainable wisdom we strive to achieve.

..Thinking too much! Enjoy the simple pleasures of life like breathing sweet smelling coffee or the stretch you make when you get outa bed. As they say its Little things which Matter.

[Rubix]

the feeling of being alone and empty is so saddening and yet the words when written down can be so beautifully put...well done

amazing read!

Perfect flow and rhythm. This is amazing.