• fear_it_self 5w

    Reckless or Empty

    I love an adrenaline rush

    Love how it fills me up

    Anything feels possible

    Everything is enough

    I hate how much more palpable the empty chasm in my chest is once the rush has left

    My sadness a desperate echo in the absence of my euphoria

    I love adrenaline

    It makes me happy

    If only for a moment

    But when it's gone

    My sadness feels more empty

    More suffocating

    Maybe I'm reckless

    But at least

    My chasm is full

    Even if it's temporary