I have a small hole, in the middle of my chest 

My emotions, slowly fell out trough it 

The hole grew, taking more and more emotions with it 

Desperate for a solution, I fill it with treats 

Chocolate, muffins, biscuits and cakes 

But they would soon rot into mush, leaving me empty once again 

Then I filled it with toys and cute trinkets, small momentary pleasantries 

But the enjoyment never lasts 

I tried to stuff the emotions that left back, but they wouldn’t fit anymore 

As a last resort, I filled it with pain 

Pain felt real 

Pain made me feel again 

Pain would never leave 

But pain made the hole bigger 

And bigger 

And bigger 

And bigger 

Until I exist no more