Chronic hole

Chronic hole 

Sometimes I feel empty cause there’s a hole I can’t fill,

And some may say it’s love sick and I’m I’ll,

I try to find stuff to pass my time,

Like art and poetry with rhymes,

But it’s more like a hole that can’t be filled with just one thing,

Occasionally it hurts like a sting,

Cause I feel chronically empty inside,

So lost I can’t hide,

Maybe it’s not chronic and I’m

Exaggerating,

But it’s so convincing it’s tempting,

I maybe right and I may not,

But all I know is that I’m caught in a knot.