Empty Void.

Knees to my chest,
Hands in my face.
I'm searching for something to fill this void.
Nothing's working.
The drugs, the alcohol, the women,
The long nights with no recolection of what really happend.
I'm still left searching for something to hold onto.
Something to hold to my chest and call my own.
With all my might, I'm trying to fight back these tears.
But they're pushing their way through.
Creating their own path,
The one less traveled.
My mind's a mess from the substance abuse.
And my heart's a disaster from the emotional abuse.
I'm lost with no direction to follow.
Which way is up? Down?
I can't get a baring on where I'm going.
So I'm just sitting still,
Waiting for something.
ANYTHING.
Maybe one day, I'll find something to plug this hole in my chest.
Until then, I'll keep searching for something to fill this void...