December

There's a hollow feeling in my chest.

I don't know what it is but it won't let me rest.

It pulls on my heart strings and claws up my neck.

These problems, I know, I should let go.

Even if I set fires, they would still grow.

In memories of myself, I wonder why I'm so sad.

All these smiling faces, can't be so bad.

I've never been in love but my heart feels like its been broken many times.

But somehow I found my spring day.

Now, the ocean that was pulling me under seems so far away.

I want my life to be more than a dash on a grave.

Through sadness and pain I was able to be brave.