the time I have waited adds up to the blank space in a heart one wants to fill.
Forever empty as a page in the life of the future holds on to my combination of things never had.
Remind me of things I see others have but shall not myself.

It is more than just the one who disappoints but the way something more makes me feel.
For in the depth of the mind the antidepressant breaks into a million shards of broken glass, and so that is how it shall be.
Maybe this is how it feels to be lost within a crush, a lost hope, a gone case, with an unexplainable depression.

The younger, the older, and the hurt in between,
The gasping, the silly, and the hides it all inside,
For those who think harder and are lost underneath.