There's a time when I feel like there is nothing left for me. Like I'm caught in a void, an empty warn out building that's on the verge of demolition. I'm not sure when it started but I know it's not wanting to leave. It's like a parasite praying on my happiness and strength, withering it all down until nothing. Until I'm nothing.
Parasites are so hard to detect but once you find them they make sure their presence is known more and attack harder. I wouldn't think it would be this hard to regain the happiness and strength but I guess that's why the name parasite fits it so well.
Because what else except parasite could coincide with the invisible draining of the good?
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Secrets to Knowlege
PoetryEmptying my thoughts into the void of other people...*some are poorly written, and by some I mean most, so please bear with me * (on a different note please don't skip the first one)
