Is there something more to this life?
I stand on this ledge just to feel alive.
Do I lack the missing piece that could make me feel whole?
Or am I the existence of nothing?
A massive black hole.

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The Existence Of Nothing
PoesiaPoems of hopelessness, despair, fear, regret, confusion and the darkness we all consume inside. Wattpad rankings: 8/4/18 #1 fearoftheunknown #3 agonizing