Lonely, Lonely, Lonely!

Lonely, Lonely, Lonely!
Quickly I fall,
Into a pit of black emptiness.
The dark envelops me,
As the quiet makes me weep.
This pit, my heart,
Expands to the vast vacancy that is solitude.
No one is there, and anyone who has graced it's presence,
Has been pain fully taken away.
Why so lonely the heart?
I wonder the same,
Through gritted teeth and fake smiles.
Then an answer comes to mind,
One I try to hide from myself.
Maybe the heart is not good enough for it's occupants,
And that is why they flee.
Then other questions surface,
Like "Will the heart ever be filled?",
Or "What can I do to help fulfill it?"
These questions I fear,
Share the same monstrous answer.
One that will turn that pit of a heart,
Into the abyss of no love, or non-existent feeling.
As I grasp for a crevice of certainty,
In this downward spiral to darkened paths,
The fear grows and prospers in this dreary place.
My heart, by any other name,
Would be a nightmare of wasted space.