I feel as a hole is in my chest and I need to fill it up. I try to fill it with hate, lie's, lust, but it can only be filled with love. but i've lost my love it left to be with another but that love had yet left my love for another. I lay in my bad holding onto my pillow feeling the need to hold my love to be with my love. But it's only my pillow and the hole in my chest, everyday a knife cuts the hole bigger making it harder to fill. My love was everything to me but it has left. and now I will lay in my bed tonight and cry till I pass.
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