Little Things in Life

(Not) Belonging

A deep pit builds up,

And I feel hollowed out.

Nothing's abrupt,

And everything's in doubt.

It's happens slowly,

And the pain hurts more.

And it consumes me wholly,

Until everything's sore.

It haunts me in my waking hours,

And never leaves for sleep.

It's bitter aftertaste; sour.

And the loneliness begins to seep.

And one day I'll wake up,

And one day the pain won't bother me.

My brain's numb and my soul corrupt.

And the darkness becomes me.

Until another day it'll come back,

Like waves crashing into waves.

And the hole in me will attack,

But this time the button will be pressed to save.

And I'll be so inured with the hole,

That it comes to live in me.

It's a knife stabbing me; but it's already dull.

And through the darkness, I'll see.

Because the loneliness lives in me,

It craves my heart beats and my feelings.

It'll never let go of me.

And my knees will bleed from kneeling.

And I wonder what it's like,

To not feel this dark pit.

And I wonder what it's like,

To feel the sweet warmth of belonging.