It's grabbing me,
dragging me down.
Tearing at my skin,
pulling me apart,
ripping holes and bloody scars in my
soul and in my heart.
I cry tears of pain and misery,
bloody tears that I think will set me free,
but instead they chain me down
and trap me further in my own
personal
HELL.
Void of happiness, void of life. Void of empathy, void of light.
Full of rage, full of grief. Like a cage, only temporary relief.
For a moment, all feeling is gone
except ecstasy,
pure bliss.
Then they return.
DEEP,
DARK,
HOLLOW,
MEANINGLESS,
words and feelings fill me.
GO AWAY, GO AWAY,
I think.
But it stays, and then there's a pricking
and a yanking
and it drags me down once more.