Most of my life
I had this feeling
It gnawed at the pit of my stomach
and worked its way to my brain,
igniting a chemical of some sort
some nights it made me roll up into a ball and sob;
other nights i'd lie awake and think,
alone
tingling with emptiness
needing a pair of arms to wrap around me
a voice to tell me everything would be okay
but
I was only greeted with darkness;
a darkness I felt wrong without
