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Rated: E · Poetry · Dark · #2196483
A poem reflecting my emotions in regards to the abuse that I encountered.
Nothing has happened
Nothing hurt me
Nothing taunted me, used me, abused me, and accused me
And now nothing is important anymore
You are nothing

If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it
Does it make a sound?
If a girl cries in her bedroom and no one is around to hear it
Does she make a sound?
If she is beaten in a crowd and everyone is around to see it
Why is it that they don’t see her breaking down?

Falling in love is hard
Falling in love is hard because there is so much that goes into it
You have to love them, care for them, be happy for them, help them, fix them, laugh at their jokes, pretend their words don’t hurt you when they dig through your heart, let them tear you apart because deep down you know it’s constructive criticism, watch them flirt with other people because a little change never hurt anyone…

Well, except me

You see, I came to the realization that nothing is something
When I asked you what you were doing
It was always nothing
But that nothing had a name

Nothing floats around in the darkness,
Turning everything black with a corrupted version of King Midas’ touch
Nothing waits behind your back
Undressing you slowly and revealing to everyone that there are no such thing as barriers and if someone wants to get to know you, deeply
All they have to do is look at the scars on your body,
Left there from nothing

You try to surround yourself with everything,
Hoarding distant creations and memories filled with toxicity
You try to fix the cracks that leak a black light that fills the room with nothing,
Yet, nothing is something, and it will always be there

Finally, you gain confidence and pull away from the dark, no longer afraid
You will walk with a chin higher than the mountains that border the everlasting sky,
And in that thick, dark border, there will be nothing.
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