Uncut

It is unexplainable this deep ache of nothingness which consumes my core. It is a pit; a hole soon to collapse upon itself. Is there no remedy? No balm to soothe my lonliness? I shall shatter. I could almost reach down and pull it out. Yet its roots are firm. My entirety is entwined. Persistent. A void so large it comsumes me. I cannot breathe. Never has another bled so dry and yet remained uncut.