It's always been connection
Just one person who truly gets me
But life is a constant hole of judgement and scrutiny
That there is simply no place to just be me
This emptiness slices out a gap in my heart.
Cuts it four times and then four more.
Four jagged slices that no one has been able to piece
And it grows into a living nightmare.
The nightmare has teeth too.
Sharp canines
That eat one inch of me every day
How many inches have I left?
Maybe it's just me.
Maybe it's nothing at all eating at me
Maybe it's all just one big nightmare.
But one can tell when their heart is gone
I wonder where it's gone
Maybe off to a place it can finally call home
Maybe it plunged into the waters
Hoping to find something that matters
But in the end,
Even after butterflies come and go,
They come for a spoonful of time
And then leave for a lifetime
But in the end , I'm searching for me,
Wandering in the dark. All alone.