For as long as I can remeber, there's always been something missing.
A void within me that i struggle to fill.
I've filled it with food, but I was only feeding my hunger.
I've filled it with money, but I was only feeding my ego.
I've filled it with knowledge, but it was my brain that consumed it all.
I've filled it with hate, but it went straight in my blood.
I've filled it with girls, but it's gone after climax.
I've filled it with love, but my broken heart can't contain it.
I've been trying to feed it for years now.
But it's not really the void i am feeding.
Just other holes that are inside of me.
The void of which I speak is different.
I cannot fill it with anything I have just mentioned.
And I don't know what will.
I want to cut myself open, from my neck to my nuts.
Stand before a mirror.
And see what it is that I am lacking.
But i know that i cannot do that.
That would be to simple.
I guess i'll just have to keep on trying.
Filling myself with everything that I can.
The good and the bad and all of the rest.
Then maybe one day, I shall no longer hunger.
Then maybe one day, the void shall be filled.
And only then shall I be complete.
12:57 a.m. - 2004-02-07
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