There's a hole in my chest
In the night waves of sadness beging to crest
It overflows and spills from the top
No matter what I do, it never seems to stop
During the day I fill it with pretty things
Books and clothes and shiny rings
But these things are all material and cheap
The darkness still lurks and creeps
Is this what we've come to?
Hiding everything we're going through?
It seems we've lost all meaning
Nothing is truly real unless it is deceiving
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Poems
Poetryjust a bunch of poems that suddenly come to me in the middle of the night when i can't sleep
