There is a hole.
Where my happiness lived.
I feel like I've been eating away at it.
Just to get through the day
sometimes.

The hole,
Is so massive,
wide,
and raw.
That I can no longer fill it.
All I can do is live with it.
And try to just let it heal.

But will it? Will it ever.

I feel so long gone.
I don't feel worth the love I have.

Maybe tomorrow.
Maybe I'll fill that hole.
Fill it with dirt I pull out of it.