Spaghettification

Why do I even bother to call you anymore? You never answer your phone; I have more of a relationship With your voicemail Than I do with you. It’s difficult to be in A relationship with Someone who struggles With their own sexuality Which you yourself are So comfortable with. Sometimes I just feel like a void: A black hole. I just take up all this space Desiring something I cannot find. Why is my mood without depth. I’d rather hurt than be numb. The pain that swells within Can never escape from under all this pressure. Have to release it! Have to let it out! Draw it out! Draw it out; Drip by drip. Oh, the painful release. The sting is comforting, almost. Warm tears rush into your eyes. Why does this have to be your vise to fill the void?