Darkness.

There is a darkness inside me deeper than the Grand Canyon,
it yearns to be filled though almost nothing can.
Empty it remains, devoid of colour.
I know it's not a phase, this is who I've become.

Fell for everything, now nothing could make me stand.
Invested in it all, only to feel so second-hand.
Used by everyone, like the Earth stripped of its natural resources.
Blamed for all the heartbreak as though I am the apocalypse's horsemen.

Break ups and divorces filed under my name,
though all I really want is to feel the same.
My love is poison, the holy grail of death.
My sadness, an ocean, you cannot measure its depth.

Each whispered word becomes another promise that can't be kept.
I just want peace and happiness though my darkness will not permit it.
I am so lonely, the most deserted places even have more visitors.
My heart is stony, yet still brittle enough to easily break.

Harder and harder I search for a friend,
the quicker it becomes obvious that I was made to want for nothing.
Darkness is what defines me now as I wade in my own pool of gloom,
dreary as I write dear diary, right before I'm consumed by fear.

My cries for help unattended, so I sit and wait in vain,
anxiety overwhelms me as I let the darkness overpower me again.
Everything turns to black, as though ebony can only prevail.
Help me help myself and release the anchor weighing me down so that my ship can freely sail.