There's a hole where his heart use to be
He is afraid to feel
He pushes so hard to fill this void
But nothing seems to work
This hole is never ending
it seems as if it gets bigger and bigger everyday
He fears it will swallow and drown him one day
His tears silent and slow
Trickle down his face
He feels useless now
For hours he stares at the ceiling
Looking for something
Anything
Maybe
Someone
He is never quite sure
He lays there
But sleep never comes
Over time the only thing
He feels is the pool of tears
His face is drowning in....
Nights turn to day
And the battle with himself
Seems to rage on
He waits for his body to crash
Only then can he sleep
Dreamless
This cycle begins again
So he sits and waits for the crash
Maybe he can get some sleep tonight....
Maybe if only he would stop thinking....of...you
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