Void
It would be easier to say
I’m tired of feeling such soul-shattering sadness or
Holding in a horrid degree of hate or
Crying acid tears that tear open my flesh to the soul
I wish I could scream
That my heart is being torn apart
By fiery rage or mind numbing fear
But this is not the case
It is harder to admit
That I am being consumed by
The black hole of bleakness
That comes from being unable to feel at all
My Life is a Notebook 