Genevieve Scythe Poet Sonnet

A Black Hole

A dark void, my soul completely destroyed
Everything wrong hit me, like an asteroid

The wrongdoings I’ve done, the pain I've faced
The tears I’ve shed, and the sick aftertaste

I’m often misunderstood, called “Emo” and “sad”
But they don’t see my thoughts, and they should be glad 

There’s more to see, but it’s a lot for me
Everyone around me is strong, like a tree

But I am only a wilted flower,
As everyone looks down, often towers

I weep in silence, my hopes and dreams crushed
And so I often feel my voice is hushed

I seem to blend in with the rest of the tree’s
And so I collapse, and I’m finally free.

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