The dark night of my soul

Please save me

If it takes hold

I don't know which way is home

I'm lost and it's oh so cold

I hate how I'm so alone

I need something to take ahold

I'm left adrifting with the flow

But I don't know if I'm afloat

I'm sinking

I can't breathe, I'm drowning

No duh

But I can see and it's astounding

I see the bleak surrounding

I isolate the sounding

Of this crisis.

Is this truly my existence?

Searching for something unmissing

Something's amiss, isn't it?

But I sublimate these passions

Into self-gratifying distractions

Turn my asphyxiation into action

So now I'm tracking my recessive regression

From an adolescent who's lacking in patience

To an adult who's ready to support his nation.

But I suppose it's all up for debation.