Open Spaces

I've seen open spaces
Some small and some expansive.
Nothing really fills them,
they're open and they're lonely.

Bleak walls make bleak lives
and I can't help but fill mine
with bleak stories of bleak people.
No color, no reason.

An off day is an off year,
which makes for an off life
shedding these off tears,
of grief and pain and regret.

I'm sorry I couldn't be good enough for you.
I'm sorry that I couldn't be big enough for you.
I'm sorry I couldn't be smart enough for you.
I'm sorry I couldn't be thin enough for you.

I'm sorry that nothing is ever going to suffice.
I can't fill the place that you need to be filled.

Nothing of me is original.
I am the combined effort
of everyone i've ever known.