My heart feels so full;

But there also seems to be a hole,

A hole big enough that my happiness spills,

And I try and try but it never refills.


I’m tired of never being enough.

Tired of plastering on a smile,

Pretending I’m so tough.


I’m done with chasing memories.

I’m done with my stomach sinking,

From all of these little worries.

Just want to get away from this overthinking.


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