Holes in my body, leaking out the happiness and hope, I thought I could try filling the holes, the patches weren't enough the more I kept sweeping the way I was feeling under a rug, till I exploded, and now there's more holes, leaking the humanity I have left onto the floor, care? I don't feel it after anger, just an emptiness of acceptance that I don't seem to mess with. The leak never ends, just keeps going slow and painfully till there's nothing left, and when it happens, I won't exist. -***Anthony***