How do I fill this void
I have tried distractions and diversions
But I am still a very sad person.
I try not to lose my writing passion
But sometimes it’s so overwhelming,
how these things happen,
Because you never really know what tomorrow is packing.
And despite my happiness being very gone,
Life just carries on.
And this time, I have stayed behind.
Because life, to me, has been most unkind,
I have never found a peaceful state of mind.
I am empty, but sometimes, I do feel things
A friend’s embrace, and the happiness it brings.
And they say I give them life
But what’s a life when all you want to do is die?
Growing tired of me
They begin to precede
Ripping away my heart,
Tearing me apart,
On my kindness they feed
and I think, to bandage, there is no need
because, for sure, my wounds were meant to bleed
I search and search for something to relieve me of my desolation
But I find that in this world, there is nothing for me
And I constantly find myself in frustration
There are a few who do come back
And try to save me from this world of black
But it’s not until we make contact,
That they realize, to do so would be signing a suicide pact
And once again, I am left alone.
It is a painful feeling that spans across my every bone.