I Can't Even

by Ink   Apr 29, 2023

There's something
in the finality of it
that makes me want
to be final too,
the overwhelming loniliness
is a weight I cant hold,
it's all consuming
and vindictive.

Irrational and intrusive
voices whisper sickly
mantras, polluting my sprit
as this pain fills my bones
and I wish for eternal night.

All that I am,
all that I could be,
feels lost and isolated,
it isn't fair.


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  • 1 year ago

    by Oceanloveisland

    Despair is gravity’s black center. It is where diamonds are born. It never is fair and as alone as it feels know there are some who understand.

    • 1 year ago

      by Ink

      Thankyou I really appreciate that, regards Ink