The hole is black,
it is an empty abyss that no one else can see.
It comes from within, and is cold because of the love it lacks.
This deep unfilled hole lies within me.

It eats away at me until I cry,
And I ask myself, What if I die?
Would they stop the staring?
Would they stop caring?

I realize I'm different,
I realize I'm weird,
But today is the present
and tomorrows nothing to be feared.