A Hole

October 30, 2011
There is a hole,
deep inside my heart,
and you play a role,
in how it start.

You tore me to shreds,
hurt me,
got into my head,
and hurt me…

This hole is deep,
so deep you can’t see,
a hole made by a creep,
and it hurts me.

Everywhere I go,
I have to take this with me,
and you will never know,
the hole you’ve made of me





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