My Blackest Hour Poem by Levi McLeod

All I see is black.
I toss and turn as though I'm having a heart attack. 'I don't want to go! ! ' I scream and I shout, it will be a dreary day, this I do not doubt. I hear a voice from across this bleak room. Is this the voice of my soon to be doom?
All I hear is black.
The voice is feeding on my soul like a light snack. The voice is scaly and consumed with hate, it's melancholy, and sad, and I can relate. It's dragging me down deeper and deeper, it's locked me up and now is my keeper.
All I feel is black.
My former self is gone and it's not coming back. I look around and through my eyes there forms tears, I am alone and lonely and that's my worst fear. With no-one to listen and no-one to care, I think of 'rock bottom' and how I've already landed there. With no-where to go and no places to see, I long to be happy, I long to be free.
All I am is black
The voice, as always, comes through intact. It hinders my soul; it burdens my back, and it reminds me of the things that I lack. It whispers thoughts of happy-highs, yet I know that they're all lies. It butters me up and tells me that it loves me, just like a joke, yet only this one's not funny.
Like a game she moves from one to another, but now I am done and I no longer love her. She cheated on me one too many times, but now I am done forgiving those lies. She ripped my heart and left my spirit tattered. But love is black and that's all that mattered