Dark, insecure, lost, crazy, and confused. These are the words I would use to describe how I feel on the inside. Empty... once again. Just when things started looking up.
Darkness is what I feel and see—somehow wanting it to eat me up and scare me. I embrace the comfort of it.
Confused as to why I want that. Confused as to why my mind thinks this way. Tempted to let it be that way... badly drawn.
Something pulls at me, tearing me apart. It won't let me go. It grips me by the arm, pulling me back to where I don't feel welcomed.
The light... it's blinding. It thinks it helps when it's making things worse.
Darkness stares at me. I stare back, unwavering as I continue to get pulled. So close, yet so far. It whispers, barely heard, "not yet," and slowly fades away from me. Tears fall as I go to reach for it, but instead, I get shoved back and pulled so hard I fall.
I fall to no ground but into a black abyss.
Nothingness
emptiness
darkness
comfort
welcomed
I crave it.
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🥀Lil.Yeti🥀
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The Unknown Meaning
PoetryTbh I wrote these mostly during a dark time in my life and I was a lot younger like 14-15 years old, so most of it probably doesn't make sense. Props to those who gave it a chance! I probably will try to post more and hopefully they will be a little...
