I fell through what felt like a void as the worst four years of my life passed
months felt like minutes and the clock made a game of going quicker to spite me
and all the while I withered like a houseplant locked in a closet
I cut myself off from everyone, even family. I wanted to hurt
hell had finally caught me and I was being dragged down
now that I have crawled out, I look back at the person that I was as I was falling
and I don't like what I see
you know that feeling when you read an old poem you wrote a long time ago and suddenly you're fourteen and nothing will ever be good again haha yeah me neither