Hollow.
I pity you
Your soul is
Ridden with holes
Yet you smile
And try to fill
That void with
Anything
That your hands could touch
Never discerning
What you need
or love
or value
Hollow.
You lose yourself
In your own
Void
And end up
hurting
yourself
and others.
Hollow.
Did it ever
Cross your mind
That those holes
can never be filled
by anything or
anyone
but you.
Hollow.
I pity you.
You seem to have everything
Yet your eyes
Refuse to hide
The emptiness
Of your soul
Hollow.