The hole

The hole. I’m feeling a hole.

Where is this feeling coming from?

The sensation, am I hurt? Strange,

I’ve never experienced this. The sensation isn’t even coming from my stomach, hasn’t been filled in days.

I’m crying? Why am I?

My thoughts are becoming bold, Im acking.

Acking in my thoughts? Maybe the hole is from my chest, There’s no hole..

All I can do is cry. No logic of this unfamiliar feeling. Then it hit, This sensation this hole, isn’t coming from the outside, It’s from the inside. The hole, it’s big, how do I close it.

I stuff the hole. With undesirable deeds. Anything to close this hole. Why can’t I do this, I’m getting frustrated. If all I do is shed tears it won’t change the hole.

If I just close my eyes maybe it’ll go away. The thought of everything going away not just the hole. To never open my eyes again, to REST! Up immediately, I can’t run way from the hole, MYSELF. The hole is me? Apart of me!

I can’t give up on myself. I gave up… not on myself but on what I thought was myself.. I did what I wanted for myself. I shed this cover I put upon myself. I found myself. I know who I am? I UNDERSTAND ME!

I DON’T NEED TO BE SOMETHING ELSE! I’m me.. me.. then the hole it’s gone.

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