The Void

It's a deep dark pit of self-blame, self- hatred, and loneliness, and so many other things I cannot write on this paper.

You feel like you're nothing like you're there and the next minute you're not, like dust carried by the wind because that's what we all are.

You wish someone would come from the outside, someone who's on the top and tell you that it's all ok and that there's nothing to fear.

You feel really separated from the rest of the world, abandoned or unappreciated and just left alone to rot in a hole.

Can love fill that void? Can it make you forget all the bad things that you've gone through? Well, it can. If you can make the love last, you can.

Sometimes, we spend so much time looking for our half, our love, that we may not even realize that they could be right under our noses or we may die never being able to fill that void in our hearts.

If you found love, if you found your half of your heart, enjoy every single little moment of it, because you may never know when they will come back.

Don't let that void take over.

This poem is about: 
Me

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