There’s a gaping hole inside me,
it wishes to be filled,
there’s much missing from my past,
it should’ve been instilled.
I stuff it up with junk,
to fill its massive vastness,
I try to hurry the process,
to escape the feeling with fastness.
Some candy and some chocolate,
some chips and some real food,
a dose of everything will do it,
set me in a good mood.
But really that’s just fake,
filling the hole temporarily,
just some short time relief,
it helps only momentarily.