The Void

My void is inevitable. 
It's a release of the pain.
When my life feels abysmal, my brain bleeds from all the chains.
I see kids all plug into their own outlets, 
but all I want, 
is a spark.
The screaming in my face, begging me 
to cave into the deep black dark.
Listen.
It’s not only the thought of doubt.
It’s how you feel, 
when you're feeling down.
You can’t just sit around
using your imagination.
All you need is a bit of aspiration,
to not give into the temptations.
But then, we all remember, how far we are in.
Oh. The void.
My very own dark bin
with places of serenity, death,
fear.
Once you go here you don’t come back,
with the story so unclear, it's like you’ve fallen through the cracks.

Losing hope when walls you’ve built, 
caves in with all the guilt.
This feeling. 
The longing for escape from the corruption in you head,
because inside, you’re dead.
Praying for a second chance, wishing you had taken the first.
 
When people cry, it’s a sign of strength not weakness.
Fear fills your mind with assumptions, 
each idea being at a dead end.
The void is filled with lost souls a lot like your own,
gone,
drifted away.
My heart, drenched in pain. Fragile. Weak.
Temptations grow. 
The words seem so persuasive.  
Trying to stay strong, 
like a binder with only 1 prong. 
Anxieties pulsate, you start to miss 
what they once had. A clean slate.
The pain makes you give up pretending, take off the painted mask.
Constantly living in an old photograph,
 every glace leads you closer to the past.
The heart dripping in black nothingness.
 It is the void now.
You’re black and white living in a color world,
time awaits.  Frustration takes over, it needs to end.

No, keep fighting the fire,

but not alone. 

You seek out attention. Completely hidden 
and gossip spreads.
Secrets have been revealed...
Finding light in a dark tunnel will be hard... but, not impossible.
Forgetting all the pain makes you empty.
Oh no, not the void, show the light, don’t fall. 
Your soul screams for help!
Dig out the deep abyss that you made with the past,
stripping the memories from recollection, a cleaning well over due.
The void becomes smaller, the shadow disappears 
from the new light.
 
Almost there, smiles become more contagious.
Death is now a common enemy
by finding inner peace. The mind is in a state of silence,
 for the first time.
With battle wounds, the heart wears a safety pin.
Don't end something that's unfinished.
Don't end with a period, continue with a semicolon.