Words of Silence | Poetry / Rants

Still have that hole in my chest

I always sucked myself into my little fantasies,

I had many obsessions before,

But none of them matter,

They're nothing more than fades pages of my story,

Why were they written in the first place?

Because I needed an anchor,

I needed something to piece me together when I was falling apart,

Spoiler alert: none of them worked,

And I'm still the same broken piece of shit I've always been,

People don't change

What made me think I could?

- still have that hole in my chest