I Guess it Feels Like This I guess it feels like this, a deep pit of blackness inside me. Raging, raging and screaming yet no words slip out for you to hear. It feels like I am empty, yet filled with everything and nothing. Passion burns like a cold fire through my weakened heart's fabric and sets alight any other emotion I used to have. All pieces of ash laying in the dark. Alone. Forgotten. I guess it feels like this, for some, to feel as if their soul is being stolen from them, taken into the fog never to be seen again. I guess it feels like this, to remember those unbearable hours in the silent abyss of numbness, to feel worth nothing. But I guess it feels like this, radiant, shining, to have someone listen to the words you have been forever longing to say.