I am alone. I am alone in an ever deepening hole. The pin ***** of light at the top has become to far away for me to see. This hole is empty. Void of anything to distract me from it's darkness. It swallows me whole, with no forgiveness it's teeth clamp down on my body. I feel no pain any more. I have been here too long. The voices leading me out have long since disappeared. 
The red of my blood against my skin has become dull. A grey liquid bleeding out of grey veins onto grey skin. Slowly I am fading out of existence. And I will fade alone.

This place,
It echoes with sounds.
From the past present and future.
It gives me an option.
Of which to respond to.
Will I keep screaming back at the past?
Or whisper towards the future?
Why not just sit and listen to the sounds of now
Instead of worrying about the sounds that might come,
Or regretting the ones that have already left.
I will love the sounds that are bouncing off the walls of now.

The bees in my brain begin to crawl out of my eyes, nose, and mouth.
There are ants under my fingernails and biting at my arms,
the caterpillars in my throat bloom into butterflies eating their way out of my stomach.
A snake coils around my lungs and squeezes as hard as it can.
The earth quake that makes my knees shake has broken my legs. Unable to stand i fall and i shatter.
I am made of glass and have broken under the crushing weight on my shoulders.
The bugs run free from my body and for a moment, I am at peace.