Never Satisfied

There is a black hole in my chest

The cavity where my heart should be

Empty. Open. Black. Gnawing.

Always searching for a sense of belonging

The emptiness taking and consuming

Any kind of attention

Any kind of affection

Any kind of direction

Any kind of connection

But the chasm in my chest

Continues to grow

As it continues to consume

Indiscriminately

Looking for something

Something I can’t seem to find

Hollow, gaping, only a vacant space

An abyss of nothingness

Where my heart is supposed to be