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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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The heavy, empty, blackness sits there,

It tears at me, making me not care.

It just sits there, making me feel physically sick,

Makes my internal bomb begin to tick.

 

In the back of my throat it decides to stay,

There's nothing I can do to make it go away.

I've tried everything that I know how to do,

I even tried turning to you.

 

When I lie awake at night,

I remember all the things I didn't do right.

I wish I could go to sleep!

But all I am capable of, is a silent weep.

 

From this day forth, I promise myself,

That I will not do anymore damage to my health.

I will take care of it, once and for all.

So I can stop myself from having one final fall.

 

Never again, will I let it defeat me,

Never again, will I be incapable of being able to see.

Never again,

Will I ever feel this black pain.

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that hurt.. but never stop believing. *wan smile* it's just that I cant even remember how often I told myself the same things... for me it doesn't work long enough unfortunatly, I hope that it will for you *hugs*

 

Some small edit: lye = lie in the 1st sentence of the 3rd stanza

 

And how about calling it 'Black Hole'?

 

Well written, thanks for sharing and take care *hugs again*

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