the void is dark,

grim,

an endless abyss 

that swallows 

what tries to fill 

the emptiness of

where your life once

occupied.

it spins,

a vortex consuming

the happiness in waves

that crash around it.

time doesn't heal

the wound that came from

your leave,

it only scabs the edges

of the void,

to be picked and 

let bleed when

its ready to take me in. 

there are times where

i am too weak 

to fight.

and i let it go, 

grasping me tight

and pulling me down,

falling heart first 

into anything but a 

wonderland.