The blackness surrounds me,
It's full hands pull me down...
Down into the realms of absolute
nothingness.
Im drowning in my self concience.
On the outside I'm calm and happy,
but on the inside, I'm screaming for help.
I hang from a thin line of control
and insanity.
Every day the line grows weaker.
I become one with the blackness.
it takes me over
it takes my mind and body.
Your love is my only hope
quickly!...
release me from this black hole
Author notes
1. "I'm hanging by a thin thread of sanity bound only to the Hope that Love is Truth. Call it Hope, call it denial. Either way, it's all that's holding me together. Without that hope, I would break."
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Relying on someone else to do the saving.
Never good (purely cos for me, that person is usually imaginary!)
I become one with the blackness.
Great line! -
Great interpretation of my feelings at the time I feel like you captured the near loss of sanity that can occur when one is completely and helplessly in love. Thanks for the entry!
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