How to heal

There’s a sacredness in nothingness.
When you check your feelings, and
They’ve abandoned you. Finally. Pain.
Anguish. Despair – all stemming from
That vile creature: Hope. They all have
Divorced themselves from you in such a
Way that you can no longer recall their
Scent. All memories have grayed and
Scratched out the faces that just then,
A moment ago, you swore you could
Never live without. Now, freedom.
No drug could even grant such solace.
For a drug only veils a temporary repose.
Time spent in agony, dragging yourself
Chest first through the pain, there is no
Shortcut to ending the madness of a
Bleeding heart. But when it finally heals,
Nothing compares to this bliss.