Help.

I want to feel something.

Even the basic happiness, the joy of drinking hot chocolate.

I want to cry meaningful tears.

I don’t want to be a dam that just lets water out.

I want to hate someone.

I want to love someone.

I want to miss someone.

I want to want someone.

I just want to feel.

Not that poison in my heart,

Not that feeling of drowning in my own tears,

Not that feeling of choking in my own breath,

Not all that black.

All I see,

All I feel,

All I drink,

All I sleep on,

is that black poison.

My shield, my mask, my soul, my hate, my joy, my pain

is just that

empty

E N D L E S S

blackness.