Fulfillment
Bullshit
I'll never even
Taste with a
Single taste bud
The secureness
Of a needed
Darkened hole that
Will never be
Filled
Enlightened
Oh, whoa is me
For I can't even
See
What's right in front
Of me
Why cant I just
Be happy
Be okay
Be filled with joy
When everything I have
Should be filling
My void
Searching
Always searching
For answers
For love
For acceptance
For the ability
To just be
Me
I can't concentrate
On the absurdities of life
I can't look
At the realities of life
Floating
Not flying
Crawl back into my hole
Delve into the deep
Of the void
That will always be there
Because
No matter what
I tell myself
No matter what
I do to change
No matter what
I think
I'm just stuck
Floating in the darkness.
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