It's hollow.
Right there,
In my heart.
How is it,
That my heart hurts me so?
I'm not sick,
Not the least bit unwell,
So why does the ache linger?
It sits there,
Leaving me hollowed out inside.
I cringe in pain,
But no one cares.
It's here,
For good?
I look back and realize,
That to survive,
I need the will to stay alive,
