Marcellino Carlo - Fixing It

There is an unexplained hole
to which I cannot fill not relieve.
I have woken up with it every day for as long as I can remember.
A deep emptiness that consumes me.
It knows no rest.
You will not understand.
Your words will cannot still it.
Your churches cannot save it.
Your God cannot salve it.
It scratches away at my insides.
Devouring me piece by piece.
I never meant to be this way it just happened. This will fix it.

Marcellino Carlo

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