Empty black hole
Gaping hole for a soul
Sucks you in, crushes you down
Don’t make a noise, don’t make a sound
Empty black hole
Empty black hole
Gaping hole for a soul
Can’t breathe, can’t scream
Can’t live, can’t dream
Empty black hole
Empty black hole
Gaping hole for a soul
Can’t think, all is bleak
I must die, I’m a freak
Empty black hole
I can’t believe you did this to me
I can’t believe I let you
10 years gone by, I hope I die
Maybe then I’ll relent and forget you.
I miss you
Maybe this is misplaced
Perhaps it is not you that I miss
But him
Who is he, you ask
My father of course
Who else could it be
But him
The gaping black hole that swallowed me whole 21 years ago
The sheer density of which sucked me in and spat me out as a mere shadow of my former self
I used to smile as a child and really mean it
I used to feel safe
I feel worried that writing these words will send me into a spiral
That I will lose my mind all over again
Magical thinking
Is a terrible thing
I reassure myself that the tingling in my fingers will go away if I don’t tend to it
That it is only anxiety
I wiggle my fingers to show myself
That my mind has not once more trapped myself within it and held me hostage
The split second before they move
I hold my breath
Waiting to see
If madness has once more taken hold
So you see
I probably miss him and not you
But I can never know
As my body and mind will not let me go there
They protect me fiercely, crippling me at the same time
This is the only way they know how
Maybe one day I will learn to be safely connected
With this dark void within me, from which my guardians have for all these years protected
My chest hurts.
Sleep eludes me
When will it come?
I feel relief, I feel ashamed
As I know what I’ve done.
An empty space filled with pillars
Dark and tall, ashen grey
I’ve been there once before, I’ve visited this place
I was horrified by what I saw, barren land of shame, guilt and disgrace
There lived a girl there, small and cowering
Covering her face and head with hands, stone pillars towering
She hid behind one, and shook with fear
As the malevolent character grew ever near
Who is the malevolent one, smiling sinisterly?
Searching for the small girl, and carrying a machete
It turns out they are me, both different parts
Part of my mind wants to kill the other, and to stab me in the heart.
I discovered them some time ago, are they still there?
I think they are, but I’m not consciously aware
If I delve back into the depths of my mind
I’m sure they’ll be there, quite easy to find
Who is lurking in the corners of your mind?
Emptiness
Hollow chest
Only excess
To fill the nothingness
Beauty from within
Enhanced by that which is little bigger than a pin
My pupils dilated when I saw you
So I could take every inch of your soul in
What a beautiful vessel for such beautiful essence
You were ethereal, so much so that I could not make sense
Of it – why should someone so luminous and kind feel so hollow?
The question swallowed me whole, it was intense
Shit.
A shot in the dark
Though I know that it’s wrong
A shot in the dark
Will come before long
A shot in the dark
Though I know it’s insane
A shot in the dark
Has tarnished my name
A shot in the dark
Will I ever relent?
A shot in the dark
It’s time to repent
A shot in the dark
Not the last word I spoke
A shot in the dark
Once more I’m a joke.
When, if ever, will you return?
Without you my soul burns
I don’t like the heat
Everyone leaves eventually
Some sooner than others
To strive for eternal love equals defeat
I have unhealthy attachments
Some too intense, others lacking
Is there a middle in which to meet?
Who am I referring to?
Myself? Another? An ex? My father?
Isolation so profound, I can’t speak
Sitting there one night
I decided to eat everything in sight
I hated myself long before this
So I decided to fill myself literally with shit
It felt good to fuck myself up
And so it became a habit that stuck
A slow painful death was what I deserved
According to the self-talk that I constantly heard
I wondered if I might bring on a heart attack
And that this would be a blessing in fact
No desire to live, hope draining as if in a sieve
I had nothing left to give
So consume I did, to excess, over and over
I became adept at being a self-loather
Hurting myself was better than being hurt by another
As that hurt was too painful from which to recover
