i have this great space inside my chest and i fill it with whatever i can find but eventually it all falls away and that empty space leaves a weight i can claw and scratch and punch that space but the weight never leaves
you were the best thing that i ever filled that space with but you too are falling away and i can feel that weight returning and it's crushing me like it's never done before.
there is a war inside my head, in the very darkest parts, but instead of gunfire, the soldiers shoot doubts, that ricochet behind my eyes, and i'm beginning to worry, i'll never be able to drown them out.
the unwritten words used to flow through my mind, they would splash and twist and wind and roll, carving great canyons behind my eyes, but now the unwritten river runs dry, and i fear this drought will never end.