(19/03/91 / Salford)


A black hole, closes in
Blocking the light, cold within.
A swallowing mass, empty and black
Tears me apart, supermassive attack.
Icy hands rip out my heart
I’m so messed up, i’m torn apart.
I cannot breathe, it’s suffocation
I’m on my own, in isolation.
The darker it gets, the less I see,
I’m trapped, there’s no way out for me.
Behind a smile, in me hide,
No-one knows, i’m dying inside.
Yet I wake each morning and carry on
I will not cry, i must be strong!

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Comments (2)

I've felt this way many times throughout my life. You're not alone in this. I'll say, those days are very far apart now...very rare. Happiness is a wonderful salve for the soul. Very powerful poem Becky. Sincerely, mary
very appropriate words-strong ones used in the precise manner.touching and real. very well done.unbeatable!