Empty Little Spots

There's a pit in my stomach I know not how to fill,
And a hole in my mind begging to be gone,
A gap in my heart bleeding for attention,
And a broken piece of my soul:
Such things I have accepted as part of me,
These things I have explored,
I've tried to fix them in my own way,
But failed at every turn.
There have been times I thought these things fixed -
Times I've felt complete -
These times, I find, end too soon
And leave me truly weak.
Despite it all, I do push through -
Such life is meant to live,
Though I turn away, they're here to stay,
These empty little spots;
These empty little spots I fill
With things that I hold dear;
Times with friends do make amends
And make them disappear.
It's times like these that I find things more to me,
Which make the holes seem less and less
To my person - full and complete.
My stomach grows full with the fun,
My mind explores the new,
My friends' smiles make my heart grow,
And laughing mends my broken soul, and yet
With all that my friends may do
At the end of the day I have to say
There's something missing dear to me.
When I find those final bits -
When, I say, not if -
That's when I may go to bed without thinking
That silly little question "What if?"