Black hole
Messed up
When I try to speak, the words won’t come out
When I try to write, my pen suddenly doesn’t work
I stare
This black hole always in my site
The black is tempting
I can’t find the courage
The courage to be happy
Can’t find the words
Can’t fix the puzzle
Can’t clean the mess you left behind
You left with your belongings
But you left behind the things you once said you loved the most
This is your black hole now