How strange a thing it is to feel like you're missing
You're present
Yet not whole
Somewhere in the pit of your stomach
The depths of your chest
You feel that loss
And your eyes pour over in hopes of filling
That emptiness
That dark mass of nothing
But it is a lost cause
Your soul cringes because it knows
What your body needs to feel whole again
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 8:44 AM UTC
How strange a thing it is to feel like you're missing
You're present
Yet not whole
Somewhere in the pit of your stomach
The depths of your chest
You feel that loss
And your eyes pour over in hopes of filling
That emptiness
That dark mass of nothing
But it is a lost cause
Your soul cringes because it knows
What your body needs to feel whole again
