Self
There's a hole
In me
Something's missing
My hope?
No, not just that
Something that encapsulates it
The me that makes up me
Am I a shell?
Once able to plan for the future
Now I feel it's not worth planning
Maybe just curl up and wait
Watch as the world passes by
I see it now
I'm still there
Not moving
Watching the world pass by
Hoping it gets better
But I still need to provide
So the shell moves, cares, and loves
Maybe the world will be kind again
Where he can get up
And start hoping again
Until then I'll let him rest
I know he could use it
-L
















