It

It flutters in the pit, waiting to explore;

To call to that person you’re trying to ignore.

It eats your brain so you can not think.

It weighs down your heart as you feel it sink.

It takes over every move you make.

It rips you in half causing your soul to break.

It makes your body ache all around.

It shuts down your senses; sight, smell and sound.

But to what it does, so evil and bad,

The outcome of It makes you all but sad.

It gives you a reason to rise every day;

To watch your actions, your thoughts; what you say.

It happens to all, no matter how shallow.

Through good and bad, your pit will narrow.