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An aching void lies
where my soul once was.
A black hole of despair,
of hate,
of anger.
It consumes me,
burning what's left
of my heart
with it's blazing inferno.
This body of mine,
stooped low to the ground
under the heavy burden
I'm forced to carry,
longs for the bliss
it knows will only
come with death.
I'm trapped
in this never-ending
spiral of fears.
As one fades away
the next one will surface.
I can't find the reason
for this eternal legacy.
The tears pour
from my eyes
like a rainstorm
falling upon the earth.
It never ends.
Now I'm afraid
to jump into life.
Afraid that I'll be hurt again.
It is so much more
than teenage angst.
Look deep into my inner core.
You'll see it's barren--
devoid of all hope,
all life,
all love.
This is what he's done to me
and no one
can save me from myself.