Where light used to be

I have left a piece of my heart in so many places
that there is none left
and I can see only what is wrong
and nothing else.

Now there is a gap where light used to be
because people told me their truth
and disregarded mine
and I was silent

and I was silenced.

Pulled under and into days
made in somebody elses likeness
and disappearing beneath words
that are said only to fill holes
is still not enough to quieten
the one truth I know for sure.

That there is something else.
Always.