Fully Empty

I know I’ll always have a place, A place to hide, Hide from the truth, An emptiness inside, It opens with no permission, No permission to please, Please all that’s around, Let alone me, It grabs hold and takes, Takes all that’s left, Left of the happiness, Going straight to my head, So I try to think of a plan, A plan to fill, Fill this emptiness inside, But is that the same thing as trying to kill? For this was a place, A place that used to be, Be a part of us, Be a part of me, And when you try to fill this place, A place that used to be, Be a part of us, All it can do is scream, Because it only knows how to reject, To reject all that was, Was of you and me, A pair of loving doves, Or is this emptiness just hope, A hope that is all false, False enough to believe in, Who might be at fault? I can’t let this take over me, A me that once was, Was free and happy, One of those loving doves, But when a dove, A dove loses its wings, Wings that seem to have control, For now the dove can’t fly and doesn’t want to sing, The dove no longer wants to live, Live the life it once had, Had before it lost part of itself, Instead of full, it only has half, A half that now serves as a full, A full larger than most, Larger than most of the soul, That now becomes a ghost, But you keep living, The life that you once had, Because even though you are in pain, You don’t want others to share the sad, You begin to cover the pain, A pain that might grin, Grin to cover up, That it’s the only way we can live.