Chest feeling heavy and overburdened,
Mind foggy uncertain as to whom I am,
Thinking of ways to be me,
But then stumbles upon the thought,
Who am I?

Blood drips down my eyes the closer I look in the abyss,
Fear rips into my mind the deeper I go in,
Terror awaits me as I struggle through the mist,
Never knowing if I can continue on as myself,
What am I?

Death is what I dream while sorrow is what I feel,
Madness is how I think and regret is my burden,
Struggling to be free from pain,
Emptiness may be the only thing to gain,
How am I?

Imagine if your soul was trapped,
You couldn't see or hear a sound,
But you could feel as if you have drowned,
The next thing you know you're whole being is writhing in agony,
As if to pour salt on an open wound,
As a needle would pierce your pupil,
A dagger ****** into your heart,
Your legs crushed into powder,
Arms torn apart as though were by wire,
Could I?

Thrown into this hell,
Where I shall dwell never able to see into me,
Falling down as if there were no end,
Hiding from which it began,
Am I?

This is a plea,
So now as it should be,
I go alone through this agony,
I can't ask for help you see,
Because if I did who would I be?