this heart is empty

Feel me. Touch me. Ask me. This heart here is empty. So empty.
Feeling the pain, the guilt, the lost. Everything in it is so negative.
Trying so hard to get it back positive is tough at times.

Just sent my parents to the airport. 3 weeks without them would be a torture.
It is so different. I don’t know why I am getting emotional. Well, everytime they leave for weeks, I sure do get emotional. Maybe I am scared.

Before dad and mom left, they told me many things as the oldest son. The will. The ICs. The accounts. So on and so forth. I feared. I feared that I’d never see them. I am worried. I don’t know what will happen. But telling me all those adds pressure. Adds torture. But I know they sure are in God’s hands. I definitly miss seeing them. But wells, 3 weeks please end soon!

Can’t help but to be emo for real. It’s seldom I am emo. But well, I am. At least for tonight?

It’s empty deep down inside.