A Lack

A Lack Of Something -



Never knowing..

If it’s day or night..

Deeply engaged within this plight..

Should I make time to see you tonight ?

If not that’s alright.. I know you got your own fight..



Confused by anything abrupt..

Sometimes things just don’t add up..

Feeling this way is so rough..

Knowing that we’re already here..

Holding onto this lack of something..

Is that better than nothing ?



Tell me wants..

Tell me needs..

Tell me whatever..

Just don’t become the silence..

I have enough of that..

I need you to be my something..



I have so many faults..

With conversions..

With connections..

Exposed are my dispersions..

See these assertions..

Soon to be coming upon another desertion..



The only thing I seem to posses..

Is this lack..

Of something..

And I have..

More of it..

Than anybody cares to know..



I hate suffering..

More than any sad discovery..

Forceing me to question..

Another malfunctioning obsession..

Is there someplace you rather be ?

Are you really here for me ?



Deflated sense of worth..

I have had it since my birth..

Do i even belong here on earth ?

How do you see me ?

Feed this ego ?

Nevermind I don't wana know..



I Can Only Hold On To This Lack Of Something !!!



I need to believe..

That I’m worth measuring..

Or all you will ever be able to see..

Is this lack of..

Dwelling deep within me..

Created by everyone who has ever left..



Who’s To Fix What They Have Broken ?



All I can..

Seem to posses..

Is this knack..

Of ruining..

Situations whenever..

Circumstances show up..



I want to believe in us..

More than anything..

Do I even deserve you ?

More than I hold onto my lack..

Of everything ?

Is that any better?

Then Having Nothing ?

Poetry By Cycle Of Scars

Artwork By Artist Unknown