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Firstly, I enjoyed the way you've approached the cliché. Feeling 'hollow' is too easy a thing to use in a straight out manner, but here you've taken that cliché and leant a decent amount of ambiguity to it.

In the way of improvement, I would suggest that you look towards creating a loose conformity or repetition in your stanzas, which would therefore lend itself to a better rhythm in the piece. Alliteration and internal rhymes are your friends too, get them on board to improve flow and ease of reading.

I hate doing it to myself, but try to close out your internal monologue and imagine what your narration might sound like in the readers head. In this piece there are many points that seemed unnaturally snipped and certain parts that conjure a complete change of style and voice in my mind.

Otherwise, keep up the good work!

Wow, really well portrayed. I make sure I never lean against anyone or let them hug me lest they feel that huge gaping hole. These lines are really powerful. Stand out. Depending on people can be really hard. Makes you feel vulnerable. But I think the support is totally worth it. Maybe they'll accept us or maybe not. But we can't know till we try. I won't say that your poem is too simple. Nor will I ask you to add more metaphors. It is perfect the way it is.

I read it, then again, then a third time because I couldn't figure out what was making my stomach twist. It's me. You have written about me, and it is powerfully haunting.

I've read your poem like 5 times this evening, and I can't get over how amazing it is. It's very relatable and every line is dripping with imagery. I can almost feel it as I read, especially the parts about the hole filling with water. Congrats! Powerful stuff.

I thought your poem was incredible! Often times, I find longer poems can lack substance or any real direction, but I felt like you linked the stanzas together so well and created a pretty organized direction for where exactly you were going. I really like the concept of voice here and how everything just sounds so dejected and sad. With the fourth stanza when you mention that you can't sing or shout or make an echo, then you kind of tie it to the last stanza, where you say that now you only talk softly.