Void

In the middle of a perfectly happy day,

I feel it, 

I feel it creeping up to me,

I feel its claws marking my soul,

I feel the uneasiness, 

I feel the gaping hole in my chest again,

And I have this desperate urge to fill it,

To fill this void,

Sometimes with meaningless conversations with strangers, 

Sometimes with the world between my favorite pages, 

Sometimes with the music on soo damn loud that it can dull the pain. 

In the middle of a perfectly happy day,

Sometimes I feel like my world is falling apart.