There’s a hole in my life
where all the happiness leaks out
Doctors tried to fix it with medication
Which produced poor results
So I made a hole in my arm
to replace what I had lost
Used all of everything that I found
Nothing could fill the void.
Next ambition, compassion gratitude and pride
also leaked out and exited my life.
A toxic depression filled the emptiness inside
What remains is a hole
I made in my arm
With an addiction I struggle to satisfy
Created from a madness
I prescribed