My dark soul takes apart the dread that is life
Leaving behind a empty void waiting to be free and filled
Waiting to be loved and held
While I stare into the void that is myself
I think
What is it like to be loved
Held close by the one you'll spend the rest of your life with
Yet you know this vision is nothing but a dreary dream
Love is nothing but a bottomless pit
Waiting to be filled
But at the bottom of that pit
Is hate
For love can easily be morphed into hate
For the same person who you love can be the same person you despise with every fiber of your being
I go on to think as I'm staring into myself do I really need love if it'll turn into hate

This poem is about: 
Our world


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