a hole sits in my depressed and dismayed heart,

a silent, dismal life, surrounded by the noiselessness.

a maliciousness sprouted within me,

supressing my cries, my vioceless shouts for help.

Yet no one saw, the fountain that erupted,

spilling from my midsection,

gouging me of every emotion and right.

No one saw

the depression that consumed me.

It took my life, and turned it to stone,

my eyes andsoul locked within,

futile attempts to claw a way out,

unable to find help,

unable to end it.