An abyss of a vacuum,

our excuse for a heart.

Nothing remains, nothing grows.

A manifestation of emptiness.

Then hurt comes.

Then hurt stays.

Sealed the deal with a kiss,

the heart implodes.

Wounds paint a pretty picture,

the spectrum of a monochrome.

A smile written across my face,

because death is hidden.

A cold diamond in the rough,

worthless till refined.

Pick up the pieces,

upon it cry tears of regret.

Then move on, move on.

I am so tired. Too tired.

I read somewhere that the best way to curb moments like this is to set a timer for 20 minutes.

Cry your heart out.

Then move on.

I'm stuck in what I thought was a mere hole.

But it's a grave I've dug.

I see myself lying in it.

Rest in peace turmoil.

I pulled the trigger.

And the barrel was on my soul.

Time to move on.

Have i found what i was looking for?

Closure.

Maybe.

Maybe I never will.

But I will die trying.