Each person gabbed a shovel
They dug and dug
The hole continued to grow deeper
Once they had their fill
They put down their shovels and left
I lunged for the pile of dirt
Scrambling for any way to fill the emptiness
For any way to fill myself back up
To put myself back together again
But the holes were permanent
And though momentarily numbing
The cycle of trying to fix myself
Never stuck
The holes people left
Only grew
Until i no longer was a person
But waste left on the side of the road
Just a collection of failures and disappointments
Stuck together
And helpless