The hole is gaping bigger

I wrote this one awhile ago but only decided to post it today..

Here I stand,
surrounded by those who care,
by those who feel,
yet always I feel alone,
it's getting too much to bare,
the hole is gaping bigger.

My face is of glass,
I feel nothing,
my features remain emotionless, unchanging,
why do I constantly feel this way?
or rather not feel at all,
the hole is gaping bigger.

In my bed, at home,
behind closed doors,
I cry,
too embarrassed to be seen,
and all over nothing at all,
yet my true feelings remained buried,
even from myself,
the hole is gaping bigger.

Then all at once I am screaming,
but only on the inside,
feelings get pushed down deeper,
as I desperately try and hide,
I pretend they're not there.
as I lie wide awake all night,
the hole is gaping bigger.

The hole is gaping bigger still,
growing with every empty thought,
I don't know what use to be there, but now it's long gone,
I bang my head against my wall,
trying to sleep and not to break,
then finally I'm out cold,
In the morning, who knows if I'll wake.