how is it possible to be empty
yet so brimmingly full
all at the same time?
how is it possible to be smiling
while there's an all-consuming black hole
eating away at everything good inside?
how is it possible to be so sad
when moments ago
laughter bubbled forth?
how is it possible
to feel so self-destructive
when death is all that is ahead?
how is it possible
to crave life so achingly
and yet wish whole-heartedly for the opposite?
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Dark Days
Poetrypretty much just emo poems i write to keep myself from hurting other people or myself
