I Know What I Should Do But I Just Can't Walk Away

When they talk about emptiness I suppose it's like a hole, one that could never be filled. A canyon in which your voice bounces and echoes off the walls, into air that no one else is breathing, no one else is listening to. But surely there is another way to describe it. Because logic remains that if we are alive and breathing, then we are not empty. We are full, bursting even, but never empty. It's a shame I never believed in logic

I'm crashing into walls now because I've done everything I can and it has come to an end. Things have been said and done that can't be forgotten.

I need help, but don't know who to turn to because I am in so deep and I am suffocating under the weight of my decisions.

You all know too much. You are there, but I can't turn to you because it should never have been like that. I have to face the thought of you everyday now and I don't know how I'll do it. It's too much to ask someone to worry. When they themselves already have so much that is filling them up. And I am left here, empty. But isn't that the way it's always been?