My Hole Poem by Kali Drainville

I grab my shovel and start to dig
I dig and dig
until I cant escape

I sit at the bottom of the hole
and look at the stars above me
I see a shooting star

and remember why I started digging
for my ex lover
for my best friends
and most of all myself

I need to fix myself
I've messed up so many times
I need to find what I was ment to do
where I'm suppose to go

who I'm suppose to meet
I need to remind myself
to forget the past

I grab my shovel and start to dig
I need to find myself
the me that was happy
the me that was care free

It's been over a year
and I still can not find myself
I'll keep digging
even if it takes the rest of my life