These glass tears fall from my eyes and tear at my heart like there's nothing left. Nothing left to care for. Nothing left to care for me. Or no one. The loneliness starts to consume my head...my thoughts...everything around me. The air is cold the room is dark. The feeling is intense. Intense sorrow. Intense pain. But what is pain? Does anyone really know? You could be in pain and not be able to tell. But I know. I can tell. The darkness isn't the color surrounding me, it's the color inside me. Inside my head. The one that controls my every thought, my every emotion, my every pain. Pain is a state of mind. There's no way to live in it, you just believe in it. Believe that it's the only thing you have left. Like I do.
Twisted strings pull at the heart. The very heart that breaks everytime you see him. The black heart desserted by love. There's no love anymore. Just emptiness...like that last goodbye. The feeling that decends like an endless pit through your mind. It destroys all your thoughts. The only thing left is the worthlessness of the life that's now empty. Empty thoughts for an empty heart that goes on living an empty life. Completely empty.
You are a very good writer. Very passionate about writing. You should look into including writing in your future. Nice post.
Its not really empty if it is full of pain.