Empty.

It feels like something's missing
Something's missing on the inside
A hole is filling up
my soul
It's not an empty hole
It's a hole
filled up with pain
achy pain
burning pain
eating- away- my- heart pain
Time doesn't heal the wounds
On the contrary
Time makes the wound
grow larger and larger
Makes the pain grow
worse and worse
almost inbearable.

I used to believe
The power was inside me
If only I wanted to
I'd be happy.
But in some situations
You're not in control
How hard you try
You can't get in control
All you can do
is learning the lesson
Who knows
perhaps the lesson is
to not be in control?

But why does it take such pain
To find my ultimate happiness

How can I possibly feel alive
While I'm slowly dying
on the inside?