This is one of my most favorite poems I’ve ever written. After you read it, guess how old I was when I wrote it. I’ll give you the answer in an update. And it hasn’t been edited at all from it’s original form.
I’ve been searching for something,
Endless years of wasted hope
Quickly turning into
A gigantic mass of nothingness.
But what better to hope for
If something else was found,
It surely would not be believed
And I would go on searching
For something to be trusted.
But one who does not trust herself
Can trust nothing.
And so my empty feeling grows,
Slowly eating away
At my soul,
Destroying every piece of that hope
Within my body.
And if I am to be destroyed,
A purpose will have been discovered
And I will leave this world
Reaching for the nothingness.