Do you know what its like to feel alone in a room full of people?
Do you know what it’s like to have a gaping hole inside you?
No matter where you go or what you do something feels missing.
I’m searching but it’s so dark.
It’s so dark that I can’t find my way out.
I’m searching but I’m so lost.
I’m so lost that I don’t even recognize myself anymore.
I stare in the mirror trying to find the beauty I once saw so prevalently.
But now all I see is a vessel.
A vessel that once held so much love for a man, it lost love for itself.
A vessel that once carried two children.
But when they vacated they too took a piece with them.
This body is nothing but a reminder of everything I am not.
Not beautiful.
Not loved.
Not whole.
I am nothing but a body.
And this body has been broken down.
This body has been wounded.
This body has been stolen.
I try to find peace somewhere, anywhere.
I’m grasping for just a thread.
That’s all I need.
But it’s so dark and I’m so lost.