Joseph Orton

(22-11-1994 / England)

Holes (Self-Inflicted)


Holes.
My body is full of them.
Nothing seems to fill them.
With every person I meet.
Another hole appears.
Even when things are going well.
Because deep down.
I know.
They won't stick around.
And I'm never wrong.
So now.
A lot of these holes.
Are self inflicted.
But everytime, the holes get deeper.
And it will come to a point.
Where I shall be oh so very hollow.
And I will break.
Completely.
The cracks.
They are already starting to show.
Its only a matter of time.
Before they destroy me.
Destroy me into oblivion.
And there will be.
No more hope left for me.

Submitted: Saturday, May 04, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 18, 2013
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