Been living in a black hole.
Just darkness.
Can't get out.
Draining.
Empty.
Just like a stellar black hole,
That formed from small stars that have collapsed.
Are just like ammased broken dreams.
They might seem small,
But they were deadly.
Deadly enough to drain the life out of me.
Can't have someone to be near.
Don't want them to be harm.
Well, no one really wants to be with me.
I'm just an awkward, weird, and futureless person.
Or am I the black hole?
YOU ARE READING
Whims
PoetryMy random thoughts daily, writing to avoid being engulf by my sanity. If I stop writing, it means its the end for me.
