Black

I wrote this yonks ago but for some reason wanted to post...it's a bit dark but it's how I was feeling at the time, and parts of it resonate with me now...only little teency parts though!!!

My heart is like an open wound that never seems to heal

I wish I could stop the pain, and never ever feel

I feel like a vine with thorns, has enveloped my soul

And my very existence, my reason for living, has fallen, through a never-ending hole.

Hope has fled, and happiness is a distant memory.

Come back my love, and hold me.