your skin is something that I stir into my tea.

There is an empty space. I keep trying to refill it. sometimes it gets filled, but was it ever really? sometimes it empties again and I fall right back down. I'm lying to myself or am I not? Will I ever find something to fill it in? so many unanswered questions. I know that something is missing from me. It was taken far, far away. that missing piece of me. I want it back, I need it back...more than anything.