My life is a black hole of nothingness,
The Mariana Trench is a puddle.
I can’t swim.
I can’t climb.
I can’t escape.
I’ve tried medication, and therapy.
No one understands.
I am alone.
Just me in the middle of the ocean.
No life jacket.
My friends are gone, even the ones who claimed they understood.
I think my sadness shone through my smile
Like leprosy would show through make-up.
I’m not ready to go yet,
But I wish I’d never been here in the first place.
It’s hard to understand,
Even for myself.
And I think
That’s part of the problem.