I have felt loss.
I have felt lost.
I lost faith,
I lost hope.
I have felt an indescribable void,
which is not quite a feeling,
more a lack thereof.
I have fed into darkness,
one within me that I felt like I created.
It fed off loneliness.
It fed off doubt.
It fed off pain.
A pain that had no emotion or reason behind it.
The lack of cause frustrated me the most.
It took a fight,
to pull me into the light.
It took betraying the voice in my head,
one I felt I could trust,
to reclaim my life as my own.
It is a learning process you cannot get discouraged from,
realizing that discouragement is your own manifestation.
Through processes relearned,
basic functions retaught.
But when I felt the light again,
what I once thought was lost,
I've never wanted to let that void consume me again.