lone- an original poem by me

no matter what he does, that void inside cannot be filled. cigarettes, pills, self-mutilation, sabotage. an ache of what should have been, what will never become.

he knows the pain and hurt will always manifest. years of stuffing his sorrows erupt slowly. pain that had never truly been treated. will lashing out fix it? 

his body deteriorates. no sleep, no energy, no appetite, no will. standing up too fast, god forbid someone notices. appearance disheveled, no bandage to cover up the burden he holds. 

those mirrors were too much for him. no sense in seeing a stranger. disconnection; where had he gone to? ugly truths, pretty lies, were all he knew. 

i’m lost, he says, no freedom to roam. young at heart yet an old soul. fill the void, no regrets, he finds truth in this.