Its 4:03 and i still grow more empty..

“it could be said that ‘it’ has a name,

it could be said that im the one to blame,

for the absence of it from my existence,

so now i seek any kind of assistance,

i will fearlessly approach any bridge that must be crossed,

as long as i am able to regain what has been lost,

even with any number of wishes in a line,

with every one of them i would wish for ‘it’ to be mine,

to have ‘it’ back would give me life long pride just to be alive,

to have ‘it’ back would give my life a new reason to strive,

untill now my reason for living has been my mom and little brother,

before i grew older there had been no other,

but now my mission has come to its end,

now devoting my life to regaining ‘it’ i need somone to lend,

the strength and will i need to continue towards my goal,

because now ‘it’ is the only thing that can fill this hole,

a void that is engulfing my heart and soul,

causing me to feel the severe physical toll,

and although i have spent my entire life giving,

nowadays i feel as though without ‘it’ my life just isn’t worth living,”