Nov 7, 2023
Still love
I have a hole in my heart I'm trying to fill to feel whole.
"It's not you it's me."
Trying to fill the void with souls.
Endlessly searching for this thing called love in a society that romanticizes the meaningless in connection.
Still holding the baggage of my past.
Trying to pretend. "I'm fine."
Slowly dying, exploding, imploding from the weight I hold within.
I want more than anything to not feel.
"Passive suicidal ideation."
Never pulling the trigger but wanting more than anything to make the pain go away.
I just want it to stop.
Life is endless turmoil.
I'm in pain and I don't want to spread that to anyone else.
