There is a hole
inside of me
And nothing will fill it.
It has been like this
Since I was
6 years old.
And nothing satisfies it
It just keeps
eating away at me.
The drugs
and the alcohol
Won't fill it.
But at least they numb
The pain, the feeling
Of my soul withering away
As it eats me from the inside out.
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Thoughts, Never Words. (Poetry Collection)
PoetryPoems written by just some young adult going through some things.
