i long for that place
that dark , dark place.
in my heart and in my mind.
the void in me.
the oblivion of my happiness.
i paint a fucking smile on my face to please others
but i am sad
and all i want is death.
but my paradox is that i hold on
because letting go causes other people pain.
so this vortex i bear
is the state of love i hold dear,
love so many too much to see them suffer as i do.
but inside the hate for myself is strong
and "they"
know what buttons to push.
we all die in the end.
i can't wait .
you can't escape that nothingness that i crave
the darkness is forever.
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Poetrythe demons are calling crystal clear calling but the clarity is a trap just to be sure can be twisted in itself when you think you speak with god but its the demons that are calling
