Abyss.

I close my eyes and see the abyss before me. It's deep, dark, and inviting. Something about the abyss seems so familiar and so comforting. I could swear that I've been here so many nights before.

I start to remember. Now I know I've been here before. It's my safe haven. It's where all my unspoken secrets are locked. All those feelings that society has pushed to the margins of the page get locked in this eternal abyss.

It's become my sancuary. The only place I can go to feel everything that's supposed to be 'taboo'. I sink further into the abyss as all those feelings begin to overwhelm me. Everything that's been locked away by the expectations of society are finally unraveling.

With my eyes still closed, I run my fingers over the underside of my wrist. It's as smooth as the stones of a rushing river. But here in the abyss, it's covered in scars. From all the times life became too much to bear. Wanting to feel something, anything, and just imaging how that first cut would feel.

My hand moves and lays on my chest. It hurts from the rage. Sometimes life can be so cruel. Why does my body continually fail me? Why did he have to die so young? If I express all the rage, I might never stop. I'm to afraid to feel the rage, so it gets locked in the abyss where it can't do any more harm.

As I sink into what I can only imagine is the bottom of the abyss, I find the shredded remains of my hope. That youthful naivety that tells you the whole world is still yours for the taking. It's been a long time since I've felt that level of happiness and liberation. That too gets locked away. The weight of life crushed that hope long ago.

I stumble my way out of the abyss. All those ferocious feelings have been contained yet again. As the abyss melts away, sleep finally washes over me. And I know that tomorrow, the whole dance will begin all over again.