Dark Places

I hate how I can feel it invading me. contaminating my bloodstream. poisoning my mind. ruining me. torturing me. waiting for the still and silent moment. or worse, the not still and silent moment. strangling me. a boa constrictor around any happiness. around my soul. I'm consumed by my dark places. Lost. Broken. Hiding behind half-felt smiles. drowning myself to feign normalcy. Careless. Careless mistakes. I don't care to care anymore. Why bother? It doesn't matter anymore. I'm contained. by life. by choices. by this page. No more lines. No more poem. I take up too much space. Done. I'm done.