dead lands

When you said that cryptic message, that nothingness, it got into my head. It drilled it’s little hole into my head like a beetle eating through wood, trying to survive.

Those words infected my heart and made me doubt myself, made me hate myself, made me second guess who I am and what I stand for.

Yes, I am sensitive, but I have learned, through many years of brushing off the ash and trudging through the dead lands that you are the empty one. For those who spew hatred are the ones who died long ago.