~inspired by C. H. J.
A few years ago, there was a black hole inside of me. It slowly formed until i could feel it every day. It was in my chest, sometimes it made it hard to breathe. It consumed me day by day until it made me feel numb and empty, like i was nothing. I was unthinking, unfeeling, like a robot. And how could someone love a robot? This black hole destroyed me. It destroyed my perspective of the world and myself, it destroyed my perspective of everyone around me. It made me hate myself. It made me feel as if nothing will get better and it will never go away. It dragged me down and made me want to cry. It hurt me. And i kept it secret for a long time. I don't know why. Maybe i didn't want to give the burden to others, like it was contagious.
But now? The black hole is gone. I can't relate to it anymore. I can't feel it anymore, it doesn't make me hate myself. I fought it and won, and now it's nonexistent. It only appears sometimes, a little sliver, but it never grows. It never takes me over again.
Written: 7/23/17 10:10pm
//I don't know why I didn't post this//
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PoetryThoughts that I have, poems that I've never finished. Basically, my heart poured onto electronic pages. Also, tysm for the 300+ reads!! ^-^
