Black

Black has become my soul
As if buried in a hole
It sucks me in
As not a sin

The monster of men
Attacking again
Like a deep dagger
Plunged in to stab her

Black have I become
Myself from
I am the monster
Who taunts her

Wished to die
But have yet to try
The want to be nothing
Now always rushing

Dark and black within
Please end it
It’s my want
I am done

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is about the way I feel about life

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Very Raw, i enjoyed. You should read some of mine. I think you'll appreciate them.