Joy, Ecstasy, Peer presser,
That's not why I do this to myself.
I do this because it's better than nothing.
Pain is better than not feeling anything.
Anger is better than emptiness.
Sorrow, misery, hatred,
It's all better than this unbeatable void of nothingness!
Everything horrid or degrading is better than being trapped in hole of darkness,
where there is nothing,
Not a single shred of light, not even a single tear.
YOU ARE READING
Behind The Barriers
Poetrywarning: poems may include homophobia, gay stuff, violence, abuse, self harm, and/or suicide
