You cannot kill a hole; that would be impossible.
You cannot stab it, burn it, or break it. Everything you do only serves to tear it wider.

The longer to fight it the larger it grows. Worse and worse by the day as your mind relentlessly picks at the gaping walls of its expanding exterior.

You cannot kill a hole; you can only fill it.
But futile are your attempts to cram in any and everything that might fit, only to watch it all poor out of its misshapen home.

The only thing that can fill a hole is that piece that once removed. But on day you may find even that may no longer fit amongst the scar tissue and distorted edges. The hole has grown too large and deformed to ever house that which was once part of it.

You cannot fill a hole.

It is simply a part of you.

Forever.