This hole
This big black hole
It's consuming
It's never ending
It's surrounds me
It's inside of me
I can feel it
But I can't feel it
It's thrilling
It's numbing
It makes me feel alive but also dead
It makes me question everything in my head
Every time you leave me
The walls close in on me
In this deep, dark, black hole
It makes me feel alone
But also like someone is always there
It makes me feel like I'm not good enough
Like I deserve everything I have gotten
It makes me question who I am
But it tells me who I am
It is a black hole
I don't know how it got there
But it grew throughout the years
A little more with every "I hate you"
A little more with every "I'm leaving"
A little more with every insult or name you called me
A little more every time you hit me
It grew...
It grew to the point that some days
I feel like I am the black hole
And the black hole is me
It grew to the point that some days
I don't care how badly you hurt me anymore
And other days every thing hurts
I've spoken about my black hole
I was told I was going to hell
Like it is a demon inside of me or something
There isn't I assure you
I'm all alone
With my black hole
About the Creator
Valentina Sophia
"Be the change you wish to see in the world."
Valentina Sophia is my pen name with a deep meaning. I am a mother of two and a wife. I hope you enjoy reading my stories as much as I love writing them. Happy reading!
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