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.