Bitterness's manifestation of toxicity
Its torment is vague which is noxious
We can't breath
We **** each other

Entrapped me ever since
Can't escape from thee
Locked up from within

Racked from the pinions of a demonic dungeon
Vast, dark, tormented, pitfall of malice
Inevitable no matter how fast I flee

From the dreadful, fierce and phantasmagoria forms
Figments of my imagination
Somehow real and tangible as bone and flesh

Who haunt in the house of slumber
Transmogrified me into an abhorrent madman
Desperate for escape, one way or another

Too often, my call for help are silent ones
Unheard, unheeded
My thoughts are baffled, bewildered

Can't eject the sense of bitterness
Negativity encapsulated thee
Too late for escape and to flee

These demons succumb onto my bitterness
Toxicity is what they devour
Tearing me flesh to flesh

Insatiate 'till they consume my wholeness
Lusting for their satisfaction
Feeding their gluttony 'till I'm soulless

Alas, they have destroyed every bit of me
Siphoned the life out of me
Now I am existent no more

This feeling that I always get
A feeling of nausea
And a feeling of regret

Sentiments of which falter within
Inside the thoughts of the weary
Pining for your love and for no one to break in

Alas, 'twas a drastic moment
Meeting you indubiously
Unsought to be yours at that hour, 'till this minute

A sendoff is what our fates should entail
With no loving memories to cling on to
Free of worries, and clear thoughts that prevail

Sometimes I wake up and ask myself am I better off dead.
These feelings I always get when the world seems to show me how irrelevant I am in this place I ought to be.
Thoughts have been running in my mind telling me I don't belong here.

Depression and anxiety has attacked and these I cannot bear.
I feel such a disappointment that nobody here seems to get my point.
All my achievements have been replaced with failures and I wish to be clairvoyant so that every time I am to do something I know I won't be pointless.

To be honest, I've been always a catastrophe to my family, my friends and to everyone else. Because this life has given me no hope. This world had been nothing but a shattered periscope along with all my dreams.

And the spinning feeling, the skull-aching feelings the deep-seated knowledge it crashes over me repeatedly saying

"You are nothing, you are nothing, you are nothing" and if it wasn't for the coffee, I don't know if I'd still be breathing.