The Other Stories

Sometimes,
I just want it to
end.
For everything:
My thoughts
emotions and feelings,
to cease to even exist.
For everything to go black,
for my mind and soul to sink into
peaceful oblivion.
Beautiful, alluring nothingness.
That is what I want most.

Notes

This is my first post to The Other Stories, and I know this technically doesn't count as a story, but I've been dying to showsomeonethis, so I thought, 'Why not?' Please tell me what you think and ways to get better, as I'm really new to poetry, as you can see. I just gave it a go and thought I should share my attempt. I treasure your feedback, so, till next time, I guess! （＾ω＾）

~Marium ☂ (a.k.a. the_fourth_fate )