There is a hole in my chest no one can see.
Everyone around me tries to fill it
but it’s just drops of water
in an empty sea.


All I think of, day by day,
is casting what’s left of me into the sea,
waiting in the dark endlessly,
hoping someday somebody would come for me,
and bring the light I’ve longed to see.


So I keep living here,
in my quiet kind of grief,
hoping for the day
my heart comes back to me.