This feeling, it crawls up my neck.
Grasping at my throat, sucking my air.
Am I real? These breaths I take,
Am I really there?
This wholesome feeling,
Ironic as it lingers.
I am not whole,
Broken, detached.
I long for what fills that void.
Passionate love I desired,
Like the flames of a fire,
I tried to find it, enlighten my flames.
But help me, help me please,
I still feel, I still feel the hole.
The darkness, it never leaves.
I'll never escape this.
No.
Hold out my hand,
But to whom? Who shall take this child?
I'm just broken, within and out.
This hurt, this pain,
It cannot be healed with stitches,
Band aids or medication.
Nor love or desire.
Nothing can heal this,
And no amount of tears shred,
Never enough blood bled.
Who can cure this black hole?
The one that tortures my very soul.
No one but I,
The one who needs to hold on tight.
Because forever seems so long,
When love isn't around.
