There’s a loneliness I wallow in.
It rises up from time to time.
It’s something that I swallow in,
and it slowly turns to grime.
There’s a pain I keep from pouring out,
But it rises like the tide.
It’s something that keeps tearing out
Of the patches that I hide.
There’s an emptiness I keep within
That slowly turns me black.
It’s something that will seep within,
When I gradually start to crack.