I have this place,
where I am at.
To the eye,
it can not be told.
Every part of me,
is weakened.
I hate it here,
so make it stop.
Unable to be satisfied,
I sit here and I wait.
Wait for the answers,
to why I am this way.
Try to fix it,
and I will fail.
Leave it, just leave it,
and cover up this hole.
