Poetry - A collection of my finest poems

Down The Rabbit Hole

There's a hole in my chest you know

I think that's where my heart used to be

And even though I don't let it show

I think my friends can see

There's a hole in my chest you know

It grows every time I'm mad

All the bad stuff; in the hole they flow

And sometimes that makes me sad

There's a hole in my chest you know

I wish I knew what to put there

Harder and harder I tried to fill it so

But now I'm starting not to care

Yeah, there's a hole in my chest you know

But this poem isn't a cry for help

I can handle it on my own

Just hope all who read this felt

The hole in their chest grow