Empty.

You spend your whole life trying.
Your whole life working towards something,
An idea,
A dream,
A hope.

All for you to come to this point.
A point you feel like you shouldn't be at,
Yet you are.

You've met people,
You have family,
love ones.
People know you from across the world,
from the restaurant next door,
to the people you've gotten close to.

People love you,
people know you,
yet... for all of it..
You feel... Empty.

Emptiness.
A series of not so great decisions,
lead you down a hole you have to now climb out of.

When the music stops,
when the noise settles.
After the show is finished,
and people fall asleep,
empty...

You're alone now.
By choice, by design.
Yet it doesn't make it feel any better.

You'd rather be alone,
than where you were not that long ago,
yet.. Emptiness falls hard.

So now I must man up,
Get back to the life I want to build,
Prepare for the life I need to have,
The life I want.
I prepare for her,
I prepare for myself.
It won't always be this hard,
but it must be. ,
Or it wouldn't be worth it.

I let myself feel the pain,
Feel the emptiness.
I need to see this through,
For me..
For her.

To become whole again,
I must be empty first.
Love will find it's way again,
But I'm in no rush.

So this end I go,
This start I must make.
Forward,
May take steps back along the way,
But I can do this,
with my heart tucked away,
And my smile facing forward.
I do this.
I rebuild,
I let myself heal,
I'm taking my time.

I hurt,
But I'm on the mend.
I'm empty inside,
But I'm filling it back up.

It was a long way down,
So it'll be a long way up.
Hopeful,
and willing.