Broken

Nothing fills this gaping hole inside my soul
And you would think something would
Something real
Something unreal

It all fades
As quickly as a buzz
And no-one is there at the end of the day
Wondering what goes through
"that pretty little head of yours"
No-one stares
Into my eyes
The fear of the emptiness
Creates diversions

They can't face it
I don't either

I just fall into that gaping madness
Quietly
Not wanting to fight.