I Dissociate

Black Hole... She sits on her bed in her usual dissociative state, as she sits ans stares, and awaits her fate. Her eyes are bloodshot from lack of sleep, her hair is a mess and her knees are weak. Her heart is a brick that weighs heavily on her chest, she is completely exhausted and needs to rest. She lays down on her bed and closes her eyes but what she sees is no surprise. Nothing. Black. Her life. A hole. Never ending. Unfortunate. Ongoing. Torture. Hate. Sad. Suffer. Forever.