i feel like a black hole. dismal and bleak. destroying myself. enigmatic. destroying everything in my proximity. unaware of what's going on around me. and finally, collapsing in on myself until there's nothing left. every second feels like an eternity spent in nihility.
there's this huge void in my heart.
this crushing weight on my chest.
and it's all accompanied by this inherent weariness that I doubt could be relieved just by sleep.
why is emptiness heavier than any other feeling I've felt?
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existentialism
Poetryoften, i'm not drawn to writing until it feels i have nothing left. as of now, i'm not even completely sure if these words, my words, are for me, or for anyone who might need to know someone feels the same. some of the entries i publish may be po...
